I'm home today, in a good amount of pain. Some of it is body-memory type pain and I told my therapist (e-mailing, but freaky enough) that I want to just pass out or abuse myself (down there) to at least feel like I control the pain. It's not a super frequent thing, though seems more of an issue recently (just lots of stuff I'm having a hard time adjusting to or balancing). I had hinted at self sex abuse earlier...she said she would be fine talking about it but needed some more information...but then couldn't say anymore. Today I told her about what kinds of things I insert that are painful. Totally f*cked up, mortifying. :nailbiting::nailbiting::wtf::alien: I told her it doesn't even really help...I feel more control I guess but the pain in still there and then I add all this extra shame.
Anyway, I compromised between extremes and took a benzo to rest and hurt myself only a little. Now I took another benzo (this isn't a good option either, but tomorrow my doctor is back in her office and will have something new for me). I don't want to die, I don't hate myself, I don't want to pass out. But I do want to crawl into a little cocoon and go to sleep and distance myself. But the nice part is my therapist said this all made complete sense and assured me that she wasn't freaked out or mad at me (told her I was afraid of that).
So I need to check out for a while here. But I sort of hope this helps me have a better tomorrow. I hope it's ultimately helpful that I shared that f*cked up bit of information and survived without getting sucked into an impossible pit of shame. I do just want to escape the day though. Okay?
Not sure if I can actually talk about in therapy, but part of me is glad she knows. And doesn't hate my guts for it.
Thanks for listening.
Anyway, I compromised between extremes and took a benzo to rest and hurt myself only a little. Now I took another benzo (this isn't a good option either, but tomorrow my doctor is back in her office and will have something new for me). I don't want to die, I don't hate myself, I don't want to pass out. But I do want to crawl into a little cocoon and go to sleep and distance myself. But the nice part is my therapist said this all made complete sense and assured me that she wasn't freaked out or mad at me (told her I was afraid of that).
So I need to check out for a while here. But I sort of hope this helps me have a better tomorrow. I hope it's ultimately helpful that I shared that f*cked up bit of information and survived without getting sucked into an impossible pit of shame. I do just want to escape the day though. Okay?
Not sure if I can actually talk about in therapy, but part of me is glad she knows. And doesn't hate my guts for it.
Thanks for listening.