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Strange Star

Plants still not planted, but roped kids into carrying all the furniture and pots up from the basement. Tomorrow will plant.
Barbie attended.
Leaving now for dinner thing.

I wore a shirt today that I thought I had lost. Favorite t-shirt from the On Kawara exhibit at the Guggenheim. It is black. It says:

I am still alive.

;)
 
I am still alive.

Doing okay. Starting to get the hang of preventing myself from getting sucked into the vortex. I did it this morning!

I was able to notice what was happening in my body. Then I was able to tune into the noise in my brain.

I cannot "FIGHT" these parts. It doesn't work. I have to be kind. Gentle. Soft. Open.
 
I'm terribly glad I am inspiring to you, @shimmerz and @sun seeker. I'm wishing I could inspire myself. But I'm down in the weeds...literally and figuratively.

Yes, because you need to be your own mother
This I cannot do. It is very, very complicated and I still haven't sorted it out yet, but I know I cannot mother myself. Ever. I'm trying to craft some sort of alternative.

I got my husband to agree to let me make a small vegetable and herb garden in the one spot on our small lawn that gets sun. He seems happy that I will not have my random pots spread out all over the bricks. :) I dragged a pretty but unstable bench out from behind the skiff in our yard. I'm going to use it as a side to the garden and put plants on it. I think maybe it will look kind of cool. We'll see. It has been good to dig in the soil today. I am stopping now, though, both because it is about to storm and because I have already done too much.

I have given up my community garden plot because it was too much for me to maintain it. This will work better. I can get into the shade, and sit down whenever I need to. It will not be a big production to water.

These are the practical sorts of things I need to work on. Paying attention to when I feel tired, and being okay about stopping to rest. Not judging myself or pushing myself until I collapse because I "should" be able to do this. That "should" thinking is really destructive for me. What a strange concept. I think I've always believed that "should" is what good people do. "Need" is dangerous and only for the weak. "Want" is evil. Sigh. Trying to rewire my brain.

The other thing I have realized is that I need to start living in my house and my yard as if it is actually mine. That sounds so very strange. For years, I thought I felt this way because we rented. But we have owned (well, the bank owns most of it) our own house for 5.5 years now. And I don't feel any different. Until now. It is starting to change. It is a really, really weird feeling. Like waking up. I'm still not sure if it is a dream or real. I think maybe it is real. :wideeyed::woot:.
 
Hope, this may sound like a really strange thing to say right now, but you are an inspiration.
Ditto. :)

I am a bit worried for me today because already I know there is too much on the schedule. A lunch barbie with one set of friends. Dinner party with another set of friends. And I want to plant the herbs and veggies this morning. How pathetic that this seems like a lot to do.
For me, that would be one set of friends too much for a given day. Don't think I could do that, at this point. I went to a family wedding, over the weekend, and that nearly pushed me over the edge.

I cannot "FIGHT" these parts. It doesn't work. I have to be kind. Gentle. Soft. Open.
I agree. Sometimes I fall into "fighting" with them, especially my one, very bitter and petulant part, but it always produces more problems. I did this today, realized it, then defended this part to my other parts (damn, this sounds ridiculous!) as one that was needed, but needs to refocus his energies. That worked MUCH better.

That "should" thinking is really destructive for me. What a strange concept. I think I've always believed that "should" is what good people do. "Need" is dangerous and only for the weak. "Want" is evil.
Wait -- you mean there's something wrong with "should", and "need" and "want" are NOT evil?! This would upend my entire existence! ;)

In the same situation. I'm much better with the "shoulds" -- usually (not so much this weekend, though) -- but the "need/want" thing is still very difficult for me. Asking others for help is, for most of my parts, equivalent to surrendering, giving-up, and even being a user. There IS a happy balance for this that can be lived -- I've seen others achieve it. But, first, we have to convince our own parts of this.

Yes, because you need to be your own mother.....
This I cannot do. It is very, very complicated and I still haven't sorted it out yet, but I know I cannot mother myself. Ever. I'm trying to craft some sort of alternative.
This is definitely one of the hardest things to do. It doesn't come over night, and is heavily dependent upon first developing some self-compassion, and then some self-esteem (ego). Of having a fairly clear concept of the identity of the "adult" (or ANP). "Ego", itself, is not evil or wrong -- in fact, it's essential to help us maintain a solid feeling of what our own identity is, our ability to cope and navigate life's crap, and to identify and connect with others.

If there's anything I can say I've made progress on in the last 2.5 years of therapy, it's in ego development. Not that there still isn't a lot of work to do -- but I was starting from below zero, so the fact that I at least have some ego, now, is definitely progress. :confused:

You can define "self-parenting" anyway you want, but the main thing is that your ANP has to become authoritative, has to be able to corral your inner rugrats when they become rowdy and unruly, frantic and anxious. Much like the woman psychologist in the video you posted. (It's certainly arguable as to whether she was an ANP or a "protector" -- in the context of the video, I'd lean more towards the latter -- but the ANP plays a similar role, just in a much more mature fashion.)

Right now, that may be nigh impossible for you. Although you've said:
Starting to get the hang of preventing myself from getting sucked into the vortex. I did it this morning!
That's being your own parent! Believe it or not. :D

The fact that you "need" and "want", that you crave having parents, real parents, is not mutually exclusive to being able to serve this role for yourself, as your parts mature over time. In my experience, much of the "need" and "want" has turned-out to be less about "parents", and instead about more fundamental things that parents are supposed to provide, such as unconditional love, acceptance, and affection. These things are the bane of my existence because I haven't yet learned how to provide this for myself or allow myself to connect with others well-enough to get this. In short, our parts need to go through the whole maturity process of weaning themselves from parents to become individuals who can provide for themselves and connect with others beyond the parents. 'Tis a tall order. :meh:

I could want or need for others benefit. Never for myself.
Yup, it's still way easier for me to want/need for others over myself. That's one of the most important, and most difficult, things we need to change, isn't it?
 
The day is coming to a close. It was a really strange one, but not bad overall. Pulled myself away from the edge of the vortex at least three times. Made the poor choice to watch a movie instead of resting...I can feel the difference, and it's not good. My body and mind are seriously exhausted. I really can't do this no rest thing.

Watched Boy Meets Girl on Netflix and LOVED it...for lots of reasons, not the least of which it is an "issue" movie that made the "issue" an non-issue. Or at least just a regular human one. I really respect that. Filmed in one of my favorite spots, too. It gave me lots to think about. And I cried at the end a little. Really, actually cried. And I know why. And that scares the hell out of me.

Listened to Sean Carroll's lecture about theoretical physics from the Edge and really enjoyed seeing him talk through the essay I'd already read. I think he's my therapist's long-lost sibling or something. It was a little unsettling how much they look like one another. Tonight, I skipped going to the Irish pub and watched the sequel to Bridget Jones's Diary with my daughter. Lots of laughs. I made a good choice on that one.

Last night, our friends sent us home with a graduation gift for our son. He opened it tonight. $100 in cash, and three books: a copy of David Foster Wallace's commencement speech at Kenyon in 2005 (that was cool), a book called The Millionaires, and a hardcover book about making millions of dollars. My son's comment: (said in wry tone) "Do they know I'm planning on becoming a UU minister??!!" :roflmao::roflmao::roflmao::roflmao: I said that maybe we'll give their graduating daughter a copy of The Communist Manifesto, and maybe a George Saunders novel. She's not getting $100...can't do that (that's as much as his grandparents gave him!!!) Sigh. We didn't give him anything except a family party with a big bunch of balloons. (Actually, no, I bought him a copy of George Saunders's commencement speech "On Kindness." So there.)

It is cold and rainy. I like the cold, but not the rain. Tomorrow I have to take my mother out. I postponed it from today. Sometimes I really dread it more after I've had a break from her (it has been 12 days). I will need to get my inner little people to a nice safe cozy spot for a few hours, I suppose. That sort of worked decently last time. I've been working on sort of ritualistically "cleansing" her energy from mine. I hope tomorrow doesn't undo it all.

I told my husband today that I think I am getting much better. He said that I am but that I am extremely fragile. Am I? I really don't know. That is not a term I have ever associated with myself, but I suppose maybe I am as I try to build a self, or unearth myself, or whatever the hell it is I am doing.

I have my interview for the residential program on Tuesday. I will know then if they'll take me and when. I have extremely mixed feelings about it.

Here's the inner mix in general right now: :woot::wideeyed::wtf::chicken::coldfeet::clown::eek::wacky::watching::banghead::banghead::arghh;:arghh;:bag::nailbiting::ninja::ninja:.
 
I think I was processing in dreams again last night, but I don't remember. Woke at 4:45 AM scrambled. Calmed myself. Went back to sleep. The mother called at 6 AM to find out when I am coming today. That did not go over well in my system. Flashing in weird ways. I didn't even speak with her, my husband did.

It took me an hour and a half to drag myself together enough to get up. I was able to say to my husband that I could not be intimate. I'm glad I could do that and he was supportive because. Well, because.

I did get up. Drove carpool. Came home and wrote for 1.5 hours in my journal. Processing, processing, processing.

Trying to stay on one path of processing and not get lost in the woods. It is good, this focus. Eventually it will all start to weave together. I am just trying to explore this one part. A part that is pivotal to my healing. A part I thought was dead, but most definitely is not. I am glad actually. It is one of the only parts of me I like. But it is a very messed up and complicated part...sort of half protector/half exile. I need to understand it better. What roles it plays in my psyche and why. But every time I go there, I get/it gets all tangled up with other parts. Today, I was able to keep it focused. To promise we'd go back and explore the other important trails later...and this was good. I am cobbling together pieces of a narrative of how I came to be who and what I am today. (Not all of it, but this one piece).

I am taking a break now because it started to get too much. I could feel that coming. This is progress. I don't have to sort it out NOW. I can do it a little at a time. Give all the other parts that are getting riled up a little space. And a lot of parts are really, really riled.

Writing a bit here as a transition out of that space. I need to get ready, emotionally, to take my mother out. I do begin to see why people need to cut ties with their abusers. The more I am in touch with my parts and their thoughts and feelings, the harder it gets to be with my mother.

I told my therapist on Friday that she is calling me "Mommy" now. He didn't quite gasp, but did the same intake of breath he did when I told him something else pretty awful. He said, "Your mother has some really serious issues with her parts." I'm glad he said that. It helped. I am starting to believe it's true. That maybe, just maybe I need to give back to her some of the responsibility for what has happened to me. That maybe it is not all my fault. That maybe I'm not crazy for being so triggered when she calls me "Mommy." And what's worse is that she usually does it when she's angry. And it really confuses my parts and makes me sick. I tell her to stop and she says she's "Just kidding," and "Oh, stop being so sensitive," and "Why would you be upset by that...don't be so ridiculous," and all the other bits and pieces she has always used to efface me as a separate human being from her.

I have GOT to dis-enmesh myself from her energy. I feel like she will take me down with her. And damn it, I will not go. I will not sacrifice myself for her benefit any more. I am taking care of her because in some twisted way, it is a way to take care of myself. As sick as it makes me, as hard as it is, interacting with her now--now that I know what I know--helps me begin to see my life experience from a new perspective. Helps me believe that maybe, just maybe, I...the real me...the part that got lost a long, long time ago...maybe that part was right and SHE was wrong. I trusted her instead of myself. She betrayed me. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. She stole my body and my soul and twisted it into what she wanted to be. She lives vicariously. And when I don't think or feel or act the way she wants, everything goes haywire.

Ewww. I'm going down the rabbit hole again. Must stop now. I think this is where CBT comes in handy...STOP THINKING...distract...do something else.
 
I tell her to stop and she says she's "Just kidding," and "Oh, stop being so sensitive," and "Why would you be upset by that...don't be so ridiculous,"
Yeah, this is a red flag for me these days. Total dismissal.
I have GOT to dis-enmesh myself from her energy.
I normally lease out my sabre, but for you, my friend. Free. For as long as you need it. Practice swinging it around when thinking of those things that hook you into her energy. Another member here used to see these things as 'hooks' and she would pull them off of herself whenever she was around her mother.

You are a great daughter. You are a true friend. You are a wonderful person. You deserve to be a peace - before you keel. Like, right now.
 
That maybe I'm not crazy for being so triggered when she calls me "Mommy." And what's worse is that she usually does it when she's angry. And it really confuses my parts and makes me sick. I tell her to stop and she says she's "Just kidding," and "Oh, stop being so sensitive," and "Why would you be upset by that...don't be so ridiculous," and all the other bits and pieces she has always used to efface me as a separate human being from her
I don't know if this helps, but I would have a serious problem with my mother doing this. It's not just you. I read your post and had much the same reaction as your therapist.

I have GOT to dis-enmesh myself from her energy.
Yes. So necessary. And so hard.

Helps me believe that maybe, just maybe, I...the real me...the part that got lost a long, long time ago...maybe that part was right and SHE was wrong.
Yes.

I'm hearing a new energy in you, a new determination. Of course there will be parts of you that won't be sure that's safe, but you know how to listen and talk to them.

Good work getting to this place. I know it doesn't feel good, but from here, I can see how far you've come.
 

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