This is like a flashback but less painful (I think). I just realized something after reading all of your amazing posts today about my 'travel situation'. Riddle me this. I would love input. As an aside, I NEVER get sick. That is not an exaggeration. It is the gods honest truth. Except on these occasions.
At 25 years old I was asked by my birth parents to go to Munich Germany to meet my family of origin. We were meant to stay at relatives houses. At the time I believed (and the lie was upheld by birth parents and adoptive parents alike) that my bp's loved me more than life itself. This, decades later, I found to be not the truth of the matter. The day before I was meant to travel I got pneumonia that was so severe that I was hospitalized. I did not make it and never attempted to go again.
I visited a relative of my then partner in Vancouver one night on my way to Whistler to ski with the kids and some friends. When I got to their house I was up all night so sick - again talk of taking me to hospital. I wouldn't go to the hospital as I would not leave my kids. It threw a real monkey wrench into everyone's plans and the rest of the group was going to leave me in the house while they drove the Sea to Sky Highway (2 hour trip) but I was so terrified of being left alone in the house, I poured myself into the car. At that time I did not realize that I had 'stranger's house issues'.
My 90+ year old aunt used to like me to travel to come and see her. It was a 6 hour trip. I used to. She used to get super upset when I wouldn't stay over so one night I did. I had a massive meltdown the following morning and left the house abruptly. I don't think that she or I ever understood what happened that morning. This happened before I knew of my 'past' and before I showed significant signs of PTSD.
There are two more incidences, but I assume you get what I am trying to get to here. For one of the two I was hospitalized and for the other I was not but very very ill.
I have traveled successfully but now that I look back on the above noted excursions, EACH time that I was meant to stay at someone's house I would get ill suddenly. California was the same thing. I just suddenly dropped with pancreatitis and had to be hospitalized (if you haven't read the post).
So what is this? I was fostered in 20 different homes before the age of two. One strangers house to another to another? I don't believe in co-incidences these days. Is it possible that this is a playing out of the past stressors in my life that related to staying in strangers houses? Any thoughts?
My life seems to get weirder and weirder with every passing second.
At 25 years old I was asked by my birth parents to go to Munich Germany to meet my family of origin. We were meant to stay at relatives houses. At the time I believed (and the lie was upheld by birth parents and adoptive parents alike) that my bp's loved me more than life itself. This, decades later, I found to be not the truth of the matter. The day before I was meant to travel I got pneumonia that was so severe that I was hospitalized. I did not make it and never attempted to go again.
I visited a relative of my then partner in Vancouver one night on my way to Whistler to ski with the kids and some friends. When I got to their house I was up all night so sick - again talk of taking me to hospital. I wouldn't go to the hospital as I would not leave my kids. It threw a real monkey wrench into everyone's plans and the rest of the group was going to leave me in the house while they drove the Sea to Sky Highway (2 hour trip) but I was so terrified of being left alone in the house, I poured myself into the car. At that time I did not realize that I had 'stranger's house issues'.
My 90+ year old aunt used to like me to travel to come and see her. It was a 6 hour trip. I used to. She used to get super upset when I wouldn't stay over so one night I did. I had a massive meltdown the following morning and left the house abruptly. I don't think that she or I ever understood what happened that morning. This happened before I knew of my 'past' and before I showed significant signs of PTSD.
There are two more incidences, but I assume you get what I am trying to get to here. For one of the two I was hospitalized and for the other I was not but very very ill.
I have traveled successfully but now that I look back on the above noted excursions, EACH time that I was meant to stay at someone's house I would get ill suddenly. California was the same thing. I just suddenly dropped with pancreatitis and had to be hospitalized (if you haven't read the post).
So what is this? I was fostered in 20 different homes before the age of two. One strangers house to another to another? I don't believe in co-incidences these days. Is it possible that this is a playing out of the past stressors in my life that related to staying in strangers houses? Any thoughts?
My life seems to get weirder and weirder with every passing second.
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