I had a really good day today. It started off awful...last night I did something to my toe/ball of my foot (I don't know what...really I don't know...dissociation? spaciness?) and it was excruciatingly painful and still hurt terribly this morning. Then I had the odd experience I posted about earlier. But then, I went to work and managed to be focused and productive. I took way too much advil which helped the toe/foot pain calm down. And I discovered that two big things I needed to do with my new book I had actually done months ago and just forgotten about (how's that for memory issues...have been worrying about this and it was done all the time). All that's left to do now is the glossary updates and the page numbers. I can't believe it. It has been one of my albatrosses (albatri?) and only through sheer and painful exertion of will have I managed to vomit it out. Will send it to people next week to get endorsements (I hope) and then...freedom!
The next project is very easy--only creating a layout for a 2nd edition of one of my older books which has already been revised and edited. If I can manage to get that out and score another grant before the end of June, I will have miraculously fulfilled most of my obligations for work this year even though I haven't put in my full hours. I'm not sure I will be able to pull it off, but maybe I can. It helps that I've been let off the hook for a lot of the consulting work (and travel) with schools and that I'm not teaching any grad courses for the foreseeable future. That hurts financially, but those really destroy me since all the ptsd symptoms have gone haywire.
The other really cool thing that happened was that yesterday, I had a kind of breakthrough. I was lying on the floor half meditating/half sleeping/half just reflecting (oops that's 3 halves). I was trying to connect with my little 3 yo self and an infant part that I am supposed to be working with. Big fail. So I was trying to figure out what was in the way. I had been reading this Self-Therapy book I got, and was sort of vaguely following the steps it suggested which match up with what my therapist does for me. IT WORKED! Without the torturous effort I usually have to put in! I was able to identify a "protector" part that was preventing me from connecting with the child parts of myself. It was really clear what it was and what it's intentions were. I started talking to it, asking it what it was worried about, etc., and suddenly it kind of let go and revealed it was protecting a 6 yo part of myself that appeared to me with quite clear memories. Nothing traumatic with a bit T traumatic, but two really tough experiences that gave rise to this protector part. I can't believe how easily all this came to me, and how easy it was to feel compassion for these parts of myself that work so hard. I didn't resolve any of it yet, but just the fact that it happened gave me a lot more hope that I can actually do this stuff without constantly flipping out.
This afternoon, just before I met with my therapist, I got a phone call from the social worker who has charge of my adoption file. She has been helpful in sending me some information I never had before. I don't think I've written about this stuff in my diary here, but I initiated a contact process a couple months ago. Actually, re-initiated (I had been in anonymous contact with my birth mother about 17 year ago and I ended it sort of abruptly. Not really sure why exactly). Anyway, I sent notarized release forms so the state where I was adopted could release my contact information to my birth mother and half-sister. The social worker has sent my letter along to them after speaking with them today. So, we'll see what happens next. My therapist was intrigued by all this (I guess I had never mentioned to him that I was doing this). It kind of derailed the session, but we both acknowledged that maybe it was important to talk about it.
It was a weird session. I was kind of hyper and feeling pretty good and talking fast. He's good--he calls it right away when I'm in my head and not my heart. So, we did very little emotional work today. But it was okay. We had a long conversation about how one is supposed to heal infant parts of oneself when one cannot speak to them. I'm still a bit stuck on that. He says it's physical. I countered: "How do you heal physical needs when the entity is not physical?" He said, "It is in your body's memory." We need to explore this a lot more. It gets at one of the core issues I have regarding the need for physical connection. @
Pencil, you'll appreciate this bit.
Then, at the end of the session, I mentioned that my husband was available to come in next week. My T has been asking to have a joint appointment with him for months now. I'm a bit flipped out by this, but know that it is important both for my T to understand me better (he has met my son, but not my husband or daughter) and for C to be part of all this. Scares me though. Anyway, that's beside the real point. As I was waiting for my T to photocopy something I gave him, I told him that C had given up on the therapist he tried--it was a bad match. My T offered to recommend someone. I told him it had to be someone who was progressive in their understanding of gender issues. My T at first thought I was referring to my own gender issues. When I clarified that, no, this was C's own gender issues he was surprised (I think sometimes I leave him reeling with these bits of information that are part of my own day-to-day life but don't get mentioned in therapy because there's no time). And we started talking about it, then, thankfully, he said, "Let's hold this conversation for another time when you're not on your way out. I don't want to leave you up in the air with all this," because he could see I was getting riled. Suddenly, I found myself having revealed something about my relationship with C that is a big issue and a big secret in our lives.
Then, as if that weren't enough, my daughter's friend and her mother came over impromptu tonight. The mom is a sort-of-friend and for some reason I talked all about my PTSD and what's happening. She was very receptive and sympathetic, but I am regretting having shared so much.
I am dangerously revealing of myself when I'm in happy/hyper mode. At least it feels dangerous. We'll see what the fallout is in the coming weeks. Yikes.
I just re-read this post. I guess I'm still in happy/hyper mode. All over the place. But I like myself better in this mode than some of the others. Wish it could last.