Luna_Moth
Silver Member
Several years ago I was accused of something I never thought would happen. My mother blamed me for having false memories when I never mentioned anything of the sort, nor did I have any strange memories to go by.
Three years later I would find myself becoming triggered to the point of regression. I did not know what a flashback truly was, let alone somatic and emotional ones. I found myself in a state of terror, not knowing the true origin of where it came from. As they progressed I found myself in the state of a little child. I felt like I was 4 years old again with the same fear of loud noises. A symptom of PTSD that I also was not aware of.
Throughout the years I’ve been misdiagnosed with ADHD and auditory processing disorder. Pediatricians labeled me as a child who needed to pay attention in school and because of that my behavioral issues were overlooked as something that I would phase out of.
I never phased out of it, I repressed it.
I dissociated throughout my childhood and even had my father admit to me that I was put through Somatic therapy, a modality that focuses on addressing trauma within the body. Yet they deny that anything happened to me. Now at the age of 30 I have to pick up the pieces and deal with their bullshit because I’m not able to cut them off as of yet. I’m tired of keeping in touch with people who are in denial for their own selfish or shady reasons.
Alas, I have been reading a ton of literature on psychology and how trauma affects the brain. I feel like this is the start of my healing journey. In a way I’m glad I was triggered by someone, because without that I wouldn’t have gotten the correct diagnosis and the right help that I need.
I have also come to accept that I might not ever be able to find love, because I am emotionally stunted at a child’s mindset due to trauma.
Three years later I would find myself becoming triggered to the point of regression. I did not know what a flashback truly was, let alone somatic and emotional ones. I found myself in a state of terror, not knowing the true origin of where it came from. As they progressed I found myself in the state of a little child. I felt like I was 4 years old again with the same fear of loud noises. A symptom of PTSD that I also was not aware of.
Throughout the years I’ve been misdiagnosed with ADHD and auditory processing disorder. Pediatricians labeled me as a child who needed to pay attention in school and because of that my behavioral issues were overlooked as something that I would phase out of.
I never phased out of it, I repressed it.
I dissociated throughout my childhood and even had my father admit to me that I was put through Somatic therapy, a modality that focuses on addressing trauma within the body. Yet they deny that anything happened to me. Now at the age of 30 I have to pick up the pieces and deal with their bullshit because I’m not able to cut them off as of yet. I’m tired of keeping in touch with people who are in denial for their own selfish or shady reasons.
Alas, I have been reading a ton of literature on psychology and how trauma affects the brain. I feel like this is the start of my healing journey. In a way I’m glad I was triggered by someone, because without that I wouldn’t have gotten the correct diagnosis and the right help that I need.
I have also come to accept that I might not ever be able to find love, because I am emotionally stunted at a child’s mindset due to trauma.