Red Feather
Diamond Member
Okay I want to address this issue. I want to know what is wrong, if there is something that is wrong. I think something is wrong because I am just not normal.
I have such a hard time with things, with materiality. I do not feel physical. I do not feel like I am in my body. I do not recognize myself in the mirror. I do not have needs that are associated with things. Maybe my computer and my musical instruments, but all other things are like a burden to me and I don't know what to do with them. I have a hard time throwing things away, because I always think about the environment and climate change. How many plastic things are filling up our oceans. How useless and extremely superfluous things are. Things clutter me. They clutter my mind. They are everywhere and useless.
I have a hard time sorting things out. I have a hard time making categories for things and labels. I am scattered.
My ex and abuser was a German and always organized and wanted everything to be spotless. He hated the way I had such a hard time with things. I have a hard time being practical. I have such a hard time with REALITY. He would throw things and break glasses to try to get me to be more orderly. He said one day I will learn how to hold a household. I took care of so much. After he kicked me out, he realized how much I was doing, how little he was helping me. I was his housewife. His mother never understood why I couldn't be like her. She would trigger me so often.
I have a home now. After being homeless several times already, I feel blessed with my home. It is mine and nobody elses. I am 32 years old and on my own for the first time in my life. I was very very lucky to get a home. The person who lived here before left so many things for me. I have a mixer and a grill, all these interesting cooking utensils. A coffee machine and a cutlery set. I didn't have to take care of getting all these things because they were already here. The guy was nice and left me all the furnitrue and stuff for a very low price.
I am always taken care of somehow.
I have been living here for 6 months already. I still have boxes that are unpacked. There was box of books in the storage from the guy who lived here before. Full of books on enterprising and making money. There is a whole world out their of productivity and efficiency that is so foreign to me. I finally pulled them out after living here for almost 6 months. I don't know where I should put them. I start getting dizzy. Sometimes I even start crying because all the things are so overwhelming. Paperwork triggers me. I've always had such a hard time keeping a job. I am so useless.
I get so frozen and don't know what to do. I don't think it's a depression, or is it? I think it is something to do with my dissociations. Do other people have the same problem? What's wrong with me?
I have such a hard time with things, with materiality. I do not feel physical. I do not feel like I am in my body. I do not recognize myself in the mirror. I do not have needs that are associated with things. Maybe my computer and my musical instruments, but all other things are like a burden to me and I don't know what to do with them. I have a hard time throwing things away, because I always think about the environment and climate change. How many plastic things are filling up our oceans. How useless and extremely superfluous things are. Things clutter me. They clutter my mind. They are everywhere and useless.
I have a hard time sorting things out. I have a hard time making categories for things and labels. I am scattered.
My ex and abuser was a German and always organized and wanted everything to be spotless. He hated the way I had such a hard time with things. I have a hard time being practical. I have such a hard time with REALITY. He would throw things and break glasses to try to get me to be more orderly. He said one day I will learn how to hold a household. I took care of so much. After he kicked me out, he realized how much I was doing, how little he was helping me. I was his housewife. His mother never understood why I couldn't be like her. She would trigger me so often.
I have a home now. After being homeless several times already, I feel blessed with my home. It is mine and nobody elses. I am 32 years old and on my own for the first time in my life. I was very very lucky to get a home. The person who lived here before left so many things for me. I have a mixer and a grill, all these interesting cooking utensils. A coffee machine and a cutlery set. I didn't have to take care of getting all these things because they were already here. The guy was nice and left me all the furnitrue and stuff for a very low price.
I am always taken care of somehow.
I have been living here for 6 months already. I still have boxes that are unpacked. There was box of books in the storage from the guy who lived here before. Full of books on enterprising and making money. There is a whole world out their of productivity and efficiency that is so foreign to me. I finally pulled them out after living here for almost 6 months. I don't know where I should put them. I start getting dizzy. Sometimes I even start crying because all the things are so overwhelming. Paperwork triggers me. I've always had such a hard time keeping a job. I am so useless.
I get so frozen and don't know what to do. I don't think it's a depression, or is it? I think it is something to do with my dissociations. Do other people have the same problem? What's wrong with me?