My bad meltdowns all seem to involve feelings of extreme powerlessness and immobility. I can't even feel any soothing from hugging a pet or stuffed animal because it doesn't feel like my arms work. I have enough awareness in most cases to know I could force myself do something like this, but it wouldn't help, feel good, or even feel like "me" in that moment. But I am finding things to pull myself out a better, like sounds or music...creating a sort of soundscape that I connect to and can pull out of being shutdown. My therapist said I'm asserting that I am okay now...that I am ME now, and not that little person from back then.
But what will happen to that little person? How is she integrated into "me"? Does she die? I feel like it's so integrated already that taking this little part of myself out might be like cutting off a limb, if that makes any sense. Who will take care of her? What happens?
Obviously these aren't completely logical questions, but this is how stuck I am. Do any of you have positive experiences with trauma recovery and integrating younger parts of yourself that are stuck in trauma experience? Do they become a less scared part of you or do they disappear? Do you just feel like "you"? Does it become a real part of your past but doesn't affect how you function and feel so much now? In a mostly unconscious way, I think I'm worried about this little part of myself disappearing somehow in the wrong way.
But what will happen to that little person? How is she integrated into "me"? Does she die? I feel like it's so integrated already that taking this little part of myself out might be like cutting off a limb, if that makes any sense. Who will take care of her? What happens?
Obviously these aren't completely logical questions, but this is how stuck I am. Do any of you have positive experiences with trauma recovery and integrating younger parts of yourself that are stuck in trauma experience? Do they become a less scared part of you or do they disappear? Do you just feel like "you"? Does it become a real part of your past but doesn't affect how you function and feel so much now? In a mostly unconscious way, I think I'm worried about this little part of myself disappearing somehow in the wrong way.