Ellabella44
Diamond Member
Quick background : he and my mother used wooden yard sticks on me as discipline for everything, even mouthing off until he hit me on my hands while I was protecting my butt, that I had bruises and the school saw andcalled child services.
There is a yardstick in the cat shelter where I volunteer. I have been using it as exposure therapy. It has gone from a threat and trigger to a very mild trigger. Im down to seeing itand being ok.
Figures as I'm thinking about how well i am doing with it while driving, who do I see walking towards the intersection where I am stopped waiting for two cars. My step dad.
Thankfully I have that I am in a vehicle and he could never run fast enough to stop my car to talk to me as a thought to ground me. I drive off and keep telling myself I am safe. Then panic sets in... hes going to call my house, hes going to show up with a yardstick and hit me for not seeing my mother and him.
Even worse this morning the day after. Seeing him with one of the many yardsticks I was hit so hard with that they broke as I try to get back to sleep this morning. wanting to sit up in bed holding my stuffed kitty and rocking. but I cant wake my husband, he needs his rest.
Hoping that I can get back to sleep with a meditation after the kids have left for school.
There is a yardstick in the cat shelter where I volunteer. I have been using it as exposure therapy. It has gone from a threat and trigger to a very mild trigger. Im down to seeing itand being ok.
Figures as I'm thinking about how well i am doing with it while driving, who do I see walking towards the intersection where I am stopped waiting for two cars. My step dad.
Thankfully I have that I am in a vehicle and he could never run fast enough to stop my car to talk to me as a thought to ground me. I drive off and keep telling myself I am safe. Then panic sets in... hes going to call my house, hes going to show up with a yardstick and hit me for not seeing my mother and him.
Even worse this morning the day after. Seeing him with one of the many yardsticks I was hit so hard with that they broke as I try to get back to sleep this morning. wanting to sit up in bed holding my stuffed kitty and rocking. but I cant wake my husband, he needs his rest.
Hoping that I can get back to sleep with a meditation after the kids have left for school.