When Did You Realise Denial Could No Longer Help You?

[WorkingThruIt]

When I read that it frequently affects the parenting ability of the sufferer. I knew that I should be a better mother and realized then that there was something I could do to improve myself and my mothering.
I was also growing tired of waiting for it to just 'go away'. I still wonder why I didn't rethink my plan for almost 20 years.

 

[Murphy's Law]

still enjoying denial

I think I am lucky. I was "forced" into therapy by work. My PTSD comes from a work incident, and they eventually said that they would only continue to pay me if I went to therapy. I lucked out in the therapist department too. He is as hard headed and stubborn as me
Having said that, I still find denial a great way to cope some days. The only way some days.

 

[Grama-Herc]

My realization can when I could no longer lie my way through life. I had backed myself into a gigantic corner with my employer and had no way out.

I had jumped from job to job just before the truth would come out. I got fired from a few because I failed to see the end coming. But I mostly would push to the limit and then move on before I got fired.

It is hard, however; when you work for your doctor. Your failure to show up for work tends to cause bells to go off in his head. I finally pushed my luck with calling in sick and found myself in a corner with no place to go.

That was the day I quit lieing and was put into a hospital for help!

 

[Cindy]

I too felt my spirit break. I've lost something I can't put me finger on. But that I think is not part of denial but part of the disorder and it's consequences.

Denial continued until the physical symptoms smothered me and were uncontrollable.

 

[neverforget]

Thanks to all for your answers.

 

[2tired2deal]

It's usually when we can't 'function'. For me it's ongoing. To answer NotDepressed, I do go back and forth between denial and acceptance. I mean, who wants to admit to something that seems to have more power over you than you do?? That's my source for denial. But also, as others have said, it's a fork in the road moment; initially for me, it was knowing something was terribly wrong and deal with it or die.
Now it's knowing my quality of life is seriously skewed. It could be better, and I want it to be better, but again, sometimes I feel like a puppet, and someone else has control of my emotional strings. I want that control back. It is a struggle. So we fight, maybe for the first time, especially if we couldn't fight against the original trauma.