Hi. I just found this site yesterday. The thought occurred to me that there might be people experiencing what I am. Although relieved to have found this site, I have to say that reading some of the accounts here saddens me. Not having come to terms with what happened to me has hearing the pain that so many here have experienced really sadden my heart.
My son turned 4 a year ago. I just started therapy, and am learning that this triggered me as this is the age that the abuse I experienced started to get bad.
Over the past year I have felt the " here and now" slowly slip away. Near constant anxiety, and sudden terror as I find myself suddenly not here in the life I worked so hard to build, but back in the hell I worked so hard to get away from.
I can feel it coming. I start to pace around. Try to keep busy, distract myself. Then things start to feel fuzzy. And I am no longer here. I work hard on appearing for my son, who can't understand.
Sometimes I can feel as though I am back in my old house, I feel my body straining from being overpowered and used. I am ther, and then I read my son a book and make a snack.
Oh there you go. He just woke up. Time to interact with his world full of innocence. I want to live in the place he lives in.
I think I have to figure out where I am so I can get back to him.
My son turned 4 a year ago. I just started therapy, and am learning that this triggered me as this is the age that the abuse I experienced started to get bad.
Over the past year I have felt the " here and now" slowly slip away. Near constant anxiety, and sudden terror as I find myself suddenly not here in the life I worked so hard to build, but back in the hell I worked so hard to get away from.
I can feel it coming. I start to pace around. Try to keep busy, distract myself. Then things start to feel fuzzy. And I am no longer here. I work hard on appearing for my son, who can't understand.
Sometimes I can feel as though I am back in my old house, I feel my body straining from being overpowered and used. I am ther, and then I read my son a book and make a snack.
Oh there you go. He just woke up. Time to interact with his world full of innocence. I want to live in the place he lives in.
I think I have to figure out where I am so I can get back to him.