After I went to my first therapy session in the beginning of January, I was racking my brain trying to figure out what the f*ck was wrong with me. I decided to try and decompress and hit up Facebook to look at pictures of my daughter and chill out. I went to search for someone to see if their account was still even there, and what do you know, Facebook popped up a friend suggestion for the sister of my childhood rapist.
Absolutely worse timing ever, seriously.
I'm having a really hard time with disassociating the last three weeks. It feels like the absolute and worse case of disassociation, and it just seems to be getting worse and worse after each session. At least now I have a name for it, I guess.
Absolutely worse timing ever, seriously.
I'm having a really hard time with disassociating the last three weeks. It feels like the absolute and worse case of disassociation, and it just seems to be getting worse and worse after each session. At least now I have a name for it, I guess.