Can anyone offer advice as to how to not get so messed up by the way things are in the 'real world'? Being particularly emotionally raw at the moment, it seems like the universe is out to drive me mad.
As an example: Hubby and I sit down to watch an older network program on Netflix. The show has been a little, shall we say, raunchy as of late, but it is supposed to be lighthearted 'family' programming.
One of my triggers is being exposed to watching people having sex. Well, the show suddenly decides that it needs to very strongly indicate intense intercourse (though 'cleverly' hidden beneath sheets, of course.) This is uncomfortable, but I hold on -- it isn't real (I tell myself) it's just acting.
By the next episode, they have a bunch of college boys invent a device that will allow them to create sex slaves out of unwilling women. Once the discussion between them involves "who gets to go first?", I stop the show and my husband and I agree it is inappropriate and we move on to a different program.
The next show is a comedy. A push your buttons kind of comedy to be sure, and quite weird. Usually I like it quite a bit. In this episode, one of the characters graphically describes having his way with a helpless being who is physically unable to reject his advances -- it is a very vulgar description of the rape and his subsequent giddiness at having pulled it off.
Enter complete meltdown. I become a child again and it takes all night for my husband to pull me back from the abyss of panic, dissociation, and despair.
How does one cope? These triggers are everywhere and I feel as if I am negotiating a minefield.
As an example: Hubby and I sit down to watch an older network program on Netflix. The show has been a little, shall we say, raunchy as of late, but it is supposed to be lighthearted 'family' programming.
One of my triggers is being exposed to watching people having sex. Well, the show suddenly decides that it needs to very strongly indicate intense intercourse (though 'cleverly' hidden beneath sheets, of course.) This is uncomfortable, but I hold on -- it isn't real (I tell myself) it's just acting.
By the next episode, they have a bunch of college boys invent a device that will allow them to create sex slaves out of unwilling women. Once the discussion between them involves "who gets to go first?", I stop the show and my husband and I agree it is inappropriate and we move on to a different program.
The next show is a comedy. A push your buttons kind of comedy to be sure, and quite weird. Usually I like it quite a bit. In this episode, one of the characters graphically describes having his way with a helpless being who is physically unable to reject his advances -- it is a very vulgar description of the rape and his subsequent giddiness at having pulled it off.
Enter complete meltdown. I become a child again and it takes all night for my husband to pull me back from the abyss of panic, dissociation, and despair.
How does one cope? These triggers are everywhere and I feel as if I am negotiating a minefield.