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I had a rough night last night. It was the kind of night that epitomizes why I feel like I am completely crazy and why I feel so ashamed that I cannot seem to behave and think the way I always have. I managed for a while. I got myself to the train, the subway, and to the place where I was meeting my husband. The pain wasn't too bad, I walked slowly, but I was okay. Then my social part had to kick in...this was around 5. We stood around blabbing with profs as the conference disbanded, then got a ride from someone to our dinner party. The talk at the conference should have been interesting to me. It was not. I just wanted to leave. This is not like me.
The dinner party was interesting. We were the youngest of the couples (by about 30 years)...and the people were all very smart, well-read, and creative. There were artists and scientists and historians and physicians. There were fabulous stories about their parents in WWII...in France, in Austria, in Russia. I think I did a decent job as my "social self" asking lots of questions, engaging in conversation. But I was not there. I was watching it all from various spots in paintings on the wall. And it went on and on and on. Kept trying to come back into myself. Kept zooming off again.
I was dying to leave almost 2 hours before we could. I felt trapped. I bruised up my arms pinching myself to stay present/focused. Finally, when my husband got the car and picked me up, I collapsed into the front seat. Couldn't open my eyes, speak, or move much for around 20 minutes. The pain in my back and legs was excruciating. Eventually I pulled out of it. Had a horrid night...was completely exhausted but could not sleep because the pain was as bad as it has ever been.
So...WTF? Nothing bad happened. I was not unsafe. I got through the party. I pulled myself out of collapse mode in the car. I got through the night. I wasn't having flashbacks, or even intrusive thoughts. I was fully aware of everything. But I was mostly outside myself. For hours and hours. So, I just tried to bring my attention back to my breath. Is this really all I can do? Bleh. I guess I'm just venting. I need someone with a magic wand to put all my pieces back together again so everything works and I don't feel so awful all the time.
The dinner party was interesting. We were the youngest of the couples (by about 30 years)...and the people were all very smart, well-read, and creative. There were artists and scientists and historians and physicians. There were fabulous stories about their parents in WWII...in France, in Austria, in Russia. I think I did a decent job as my "social self" asking lots of questions, engaging in conversation. But I was not there. I was watching it all from various spots in paintings on the wall. And it went on and on and on. Kept trying to come back into myself. Kept zooming off again.
I was dying to leave almost 2 hours before we could. I felt trapped. I bruised up my arms pinching myself to stay present/focused. Finally, when my husband got the car and picked me up, I collapsed into the front seat. Couldn't open my eyes, speak, or move much for around 20 minutes. The pain in my back and legs was excruciating. Eventually I pulled out of it. Had a horrid night...was completely exhausted but could not sleep because the pain was as bad as it has ever been.
So...WTF? Nothing bad happened. I was not unsafe. I got through the party. I pulled myself out of collapse mode in the car. I got through the night. I wasn't having flashbacks, or even intrusive thoughts. I was fully aware of everything. But I was mostly outside myself. For hours and hours. So, I just tried to bring my attention back to my breath. Is this really all I can do? Bleh. I guess I'm just venting. I need someone with a magic wand to put all my pieces back together again so everything works and I don't feel so awful all the time.