KwanYingirl
Diamond Member
I am struggling with flashbacks still that were triggered by my impulsive disclosure of a particularly gruesome abuse. I was supposed to check in with my therapist as the week goes on but all I could think of to say was that I feel disgusting and terrified. That I am avoiding him, but I don't want to offend him. This story was the tip of a huge iceberg. Here's his response in an email and please explain to me why I just don't feel comforted by it. I am super hyper vigilant. Haven't taken Annie for a walk. I just want to curl up and die:
"You were told when you were younger directly or indirectly to keep a secret. You decided you didn't want to keep the secret anymore and that is where the healing starts. I know that disclosing your abuse makes you face it head on. You did a great job and it's OK to slow down and take care of yourself with breathing, yoga, comfort food, and sleep. Keep touching base and you are going to move through this".
I'm stuck in that memory. I can't get anything done except to yoga. Does this response sound comforting or solicitous? I have so much painting to accomplish and I think I should hire someone to do it. I cannot choose paint colors and I am a mess. Shock waves from my pubic bone right up into my abdomen that happen a few times a day. I wish I hadn't had a flashback in front of him. Yuk, gross, excruciating pain. I want to cut but haven't.
"You were told when you were younger directly or indirectly to keep a secret. You decided you didn't want to keep the secret anymore and that is where the healing starts. I know that disclosing your abuse makes you face it head on. You did a great job and it's OK to slow down and take care of yourself with breathing, yoga, comfort food, and sleep. Keep touching base and you are going to move through this".
I'm stuck in that memory. I can't get anything done except to yoga. Does this response sound comforting or solicitous? I have so much painting to accomplish and I think I should hire someone to do it. I cannot choose paint colors and I am a mess. Shock waves from my pubic bone right up into my abdomen that happen a few times a day. I wish I hadn't had a flashback in front of him. Yuk, gross, excruciating pain. I want to cut but haven't.