Does anyone have any good, current research on why PTSD survivors have a tendency to self-isolate and that classifies the forms and degrees of self-imposed isolation, both helpful and harmful?
Why is this topic woven into almost every thread, yet not fully explained anywhere? Hmmm. I read that PTSD is looked at as a disorder of isolation and is only healed in a therapeutic relationship, even with a therapy animal.
It's common when in pain to isolate. But why oh why do we push away someone trying to help us when we need it most?
Story:
A little girl was crying on the playground, sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around thin legs, tears rolling down her little cheeks. Nobody seemed to see her there. Children played around her, as she slipped into her own world of pain. (I've always noticed that people tend to ignore those displaying overt pain or crisis in public.)
I ask other kids I'm supervising, "Why is that girl crying?"
They answer, "I heard her friends saying mean words to her and saying they wouldn't play with her."
(These children observing were kindergarten girls. The crying girl sat by a third grade classroom door, as if she couldn't wait to retreat to the safety of the classroom, away from the social site of abandonment at Recess.)
The younger girls slowly walked to her, and quietly formed a semi-circle around her about 3 feet from her feet, as though instinctively aware of her personal space. (These are 5 and 6 year olds!). They use a soft voice to ask her if she's okay and waited patiently for a response.
The girl hid her face under her crossed arms, ashamed of her pain, and quietly told them to go away. This didn't hurt the children's' feelings, but they left immediately and regrouped for imaginative play.
I watched the crying girl, not wanting to make her feel bad, I, too moved further away. Soon, she stopped crying. Her eyes began to take in her environment and look around. She didn't look "cured" but she looked 70% more relaxed and normal that previous. I think having the intervention of caring invited a glimpse into a world that was not completely isolating and horribly abandoning.
So, when I saw her take interest in her surroundings and saw her posture relax a little, I saw that just knowing somebody cared helped her pull out of the worldview that everyone dislikes her. She was temporarily accepted.
How similar, I thought, is this to my flashbacks! When I go into a flashback, my environment, including my supporters, are eclipsed by the inner pain. That painful state I'm reliving, emotionally, physically, is all that is real to me for a while.
When my supporter carefully and gently approaches me, and offers practical and moral supports, rubbing my back, getting me water, or just sitting with me silently and letting me work through it, being there when I can look up again, I am reminded that "somebody cares."
My trauma was due to a combination of early profound neglect coupled with traumatic abuses. So the contrast between my flashbacks of intense emotional abandonment and the solid, constant, reliable and empathic presence of my supporter is night and day different, reminding me that in the present is the relief to my pain, in the present is a risk I can take, a chance at intimacy and friendship. I have the opportunity of a friend.
In the beginning of my recovery, I pushed that risk away. It seemed too risky.
This is why I plead with supporters to get their own therapy and to stand by their sufferers; do not take an emotional beating, but don't ever completely walk away when told. These kids walked away because they don't know the girl, and she was older, but if you are already in a relationship, the truth is it won't work to walk away; that's what the pain and hurt wants, but not the sufferer. Sufferers of all brands participate in reinforcing their own abandonment, but you know better, Supporter.
You stay right on hand, if you want to, and be accessible. The flashback will pass, and you will be there, faithfully waiting for the storm to pass, the tears to fall, the anger to be verbally expressed, or whatever needs to happen.
If you can wait out the emotional storm or silence, then you have earned the right to be the rainbow, "something to depend on" in order to risk vulnerability and being misunderstood in rejoining the land of the living once more.
There's so much risk involved when dealing with one's own trauma, that in order to earn even a little of our trust, you have to be very strong and consistent, able to deal, able to listen, able to feel some of what we feel with us in order to ride it out with us, the pain we contain. You supporters are heroes. You see our pain, yet you also see beyond it, to the parts of us that is unbroken. You see our potential, our goodness, and our desire to survive. You see how hard we are working, and you see how dejected we feel, how ashamed, of when we mess up.
We're hard on ourselves, but you are not. You see progress where we see failure.
You don't try to make us laugh until we're ready, and then your smile comes out at just the right time.
Have you thanked your supporter today? I think now is a good time to do so, don't you?
Supporters, have you done something just for you today? You deserve it! Go for it! And thank you for being loyal and standing by your sufferer through the good times as well as the hard times.
Why is this topic woven into almost every thread, yet not fully explained anywhere? Hmmm. I read that PTSD is looked at as a disorder of isolation and is only healed in a therapeutic relationship, even with a therapy animal.
It's common when in pain to isolate. But why oh why do we push away someone trying to help us when we need it most?
Story:
A little girl was crying on the playground, sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around thin legs, tears rolling down her little cheeks. Nobody seemed to see her there. Children played around her, as she slipped into her own world of pain. (I've always noticed that people tend to ignore those displaying overt pain or crisis in public.)
I ask other kids I'm supervising, "Why is that girl crying?"
They answer, "I heard her friends saying mean words to her and saying they wouldn't play with her."
(These children observing were kindergarten girls. The crying girl sat by a third grade classroom door, as if she couldn't wait to retreat to the safety of the classroom, away from the social site of abandonment at Recess.)
The younger girls slowly walked to her, and quietly formed a semi-circle around her about 3 feet from her feet, as though instinctively aware of her personal space. (These are 5 and 6 year olds!). They use a soft voice to ask her if she's okay and waited patiently for a response.
The girl hid her face under her crossed arms, ashamed of her pain, and quietly told them to go away. This didn't hurt the children's' feelings, but they left immediately and regrouped for imaginative play.
I watched the crying girl, not wanting to make her feel bad, I, too moved further away. Soon, she stopped crying. Her eyes began to take in her environment and look around. She didn't look "cured" but she looked 70% more relaxed and normal that previous. I think having the intervention of caring invited a glimpse into a world that was not completely isolating and horribly abandoning.
So, when I saw her take interest in her surroundings and saw her posture relax a little, I saw that just knowing somebody cared helped her pull out of the worldview that everyone dislikes her. She was temporarily accepted.
How similar, I thought, is this to my flashbacks! When I go into a flashback, my environment, including my supporters, are eclipsed by the inner pain. That painful state I'm reliving, emotionally, physically, is all that is real to me for a while.
When my supporter carefully and gently approaches me, and offers practical and moral supports, rubbing my back, getting me water, or just sitting with me silently and letting me work through it, being there when I can look up again, I am reminded that "somebody cares."
My trauma was due to a combination of early profound neglect coupled with traumatic abuses. So the contrast between my flashbacks of intense emotional abandonment and the solid, constant, reliable and empathic presence of my supporter is night and day different, reminding me that in the present is the relief to my pain, in the present is a risk I can take, a chance at intimacy and friendship. I have the opportunity of a friend.
In the beginning of my recovery, I pushed that risk away. It seemed too risky.
This is why I plead with supporters to get their own therapy and to stand by their sufferers; do not take an emotional beating, but don't ever completely walk away when told. These kids walked away because they don't know the girl, and she was older, but if you are already in a relationship, the truth is it won't work to walk away; that's what the pain and hurt wants, but not the sufferer. Sufferers of all brands participate in reinforcing their own abandonment, but you know better, Supporter.
You stay right on hand, if you want to, and be accessible. The flashback will pass, and you will be there, faithfully waiting for the storm to pass, the tears to fall, the anger to be verbally expressed, or whatever needs to happen.
If you can wait out the emotional storm or silence, then you have earned the right to be the rainbow, "something to depend on" in order to risk vulnerability and being misunderstood in rejoining the land of the living once more.
There's so much risk involved when dealing with one's own trauma, that in order to earn even a little of our trust, you have to be very strong and consistent, able to deal, able to listen, able to feel some of what we feel with us in order to ride it out with us, the pain we contain. You supporters are heroes. You see our pain, yet you also see beyond it, to the parts of us that is unbroken. You see our potential, our goodness, and our desire to survive. You see how hard we are working, and you see how dejected we feel, how ashamed, of when we mess up.
We're hard on ourselves, but you are not. You see progress where we see failure.
You don't try to make us laugh until we're ready, and then your smile comes out at just the right time.
Have you thanked your supporter today? I think now is a good time to do so, don't you?
Supporters, have you done something just for you today? You deserve it! Go for it! And thank you for being loyal and standing by your sufferer through the good times as well as the hard times.
- Don't ever let us push you away because "we don't deserve you." You are your own gift when you know what a wonderful person you truly are and that you have accepted the challenge to help a PTSD survivor complete their time on earth and not self-destruct in isolation.
- My supporter said, that total isolation is 100% deadly. That even the most happy person would soon die if left to be the last one alive on earth.
- Why do we self-isolate when we need support the most?
- Why do we as a society ignore those showing the most need? Why doesn't the school curriculum, in its bully prevention workshops, teach compassion skills, compassion fatigue prevention, and self-care?
- If we were truly a civilized people, we would make it our priority to prevent isolation from being the norm and would encourage people to learn social skills and how to seek and ask for help when going through our darkness wisely and in self-protective ways.
- Why is it only the rare "empath" who fulfills this role? Couldn't we teach the skills of empathy in school?