One of the thing that scares me the most when i get in a huge flashback is the idea that my neighbour could go knocking on my door, because i make too much noise (although i try to be as discrete as possible)<
or for any other reason
You have to know that last year I had a bad encounter with her. I was coming back from therapy and she violated my boundaries big time, dragging me almost literally into her appartment to complain about a multitude of prblematic things going on there. It was so horrible. I had this fluffy heart keychain thing in my hand, the rubber actually broke because I must have tightening my grip on it so badly.
This is something that has happened quite a lot in my life, people just pick me up, so to speak, and drag me into their personnal stuff, problems. Like i'm their goddamn private therapist. Like I'm just there to collect and absorb their own tragedies. Like I'm not a person. Like I don't exist. Just there to be filled with whatever. They pray, most likely unconsciously, on my weakness, my fatal flaw if you will. Like a vase that has been broken, they sense the cracks and want to come rushing in. It's disheartening, and oh so painful. Also sucks the faith right out of you. And ultimately it does stieal your life.
'kay, that's it for now, my brain is hurting like hell
Bottom line is i'm affraid my neighbour is going to "discover" me in this state and take advantage of me, use this extremly vulnerable state to hurt me, invade me, and then what??
Then I will die.
Or go into psychosis because I can't take the situation anymore.
Wait...
Like...
...last year??
mmh yep sounds like trauma doesn't it, we've come full circle *facepalm*