My journey so far

[Little2Nothing]

Hope, music is powerful. There are some songs the really speak to me and move me to tears. There is a kind of comfort in their sadness.

[Little2Nothing]

I have been in therapy for nearly two years with the same T. I can see some of the progress I have made, though at times I think it has been too slow. Personally I would like to deal with things more quickly. My T, however, thinks moving slower is safer and will be more effective. I suppose it would be hard to just rip the bandage off of 16 years of abuse and not expect issues. 

The study I'm involved in (TopDD) has a lot of good information. The process so far has been to learn how to stay grounded, deal with memories, etc. I will say that all these processes are simple in theory, but very difficult to implement. One element is knowing your triggers, or at least recognizing when you are being triggered. This is very difficult for me. Sometimes I am already caught up in the emotion and trying to bring it under control is no easy task.

Today is one of those days when I feel nothing. I'm neither happy nor sad, I am just empty. Though I guess "empty" is a feeling. I'm writing this knowing that someone may read it. That gives me connection and assures me that I am not alone. The worst part of CPTSD, for me, is the sense of isolation and loneliness. At the moment I am by myself and that loneliness is magnified. Later my family will be here (wife and kids) and I will not be physically alone. However, that doesn't mean the sense of loneliness will abate. Connection is hard for me.

Probably none of that makes any sense. The one thing about OOTS is it gives me an outlet and a sense of belonging. Though this is all anonymous and none of you really know me, I take comfort in associating with folks who have been where I've been and consequently can relate to my story.

[GoSlash27]

"The worst part of CPTSD, for me, is the sense of isolation and loneliness. At the moment I am by myself and that loneliness is magnified. Later my family will be here (wife and kids) and I will not be physically alone. However, that doesn't mean the sense of loneliness will abate. Connection is hard for me.
Probably none of that makes any sense."

 It makes perfect sense, actually.   

 If I wasn't so very much the same way, I'd probably still be married.

 Stay strong,
-Slashy
 

[Armee]

It all makes perfect sense and nearly any of us could have written it word for word.

I don't know if it helps. Me and my T went too fast at first. It doesn't work. There are so many issues with going fast but one really big one is you end up triggered or dissociated during therapy itself and that time in therapy spent in those states outside the window of tolerance means effective healing work can't take place. So you are essentially wasting that time. There are many many other reasons to go slow, but that is one. Two years isn't long for trauma and dissociation. I'm going on 5.5 years now. I really hope to be done by the end of this year but realistically it might be another full year. But there's been massive improvement along the way it's not like 2 or 5 or 6 years of not feeling better. So please don't feel bad it's taking awhile. It does. But this is intricate work being done. Reworking how our brain and nervous system functions. Keep going!

[Little2Nothing]

Thanks, Armee, I always appreciate you wisdom. I will defer to my T's guidance. I can see how going too fast could cause major problems.

Slashy, it is helpful to know that others have the same issues. 

[Hope67]

Hi Little2Nothing,
Going at a pace that is slower is most likely a good thing.  Rushing it could be potentially damaging.  I think it takes a significant amount of time.  I think you're doing well - making progress.

Hope 

[Little2Nothing]

My mother and I had a volatile relationship. We got along sometimes, but when she was upset it was difficult to be around her. When I ran away at 13 our relationship was cordial almost sterile. I can't remember that she ever asked me how I was, where I was staying, if I was getting enough to eat, etc. It never entered her mind.

Living on the street was difficult, especially in the winter. Shelter was not readily available and back then no one was worried about hobos and bums. In the area where I lived there were no soup kitchens or shelter that you could go to for the night. I had to fend for myself. 

Over the years I thought that I had forgiven her. She wasn't really in my life and I would only see her under controlled conditions. I kept her from my kids, except for the brief period when she lived with us. She didn't care when I got married. Was never particularly fond of her grandkids. 

Now I find myself thinking about her more than I ever did before. She abandoned me, ridiculed me, let me go hungry, let me have inadequate clothing, and didn't bat an eye when I was sleeping in a school yard. I don't know why she did all of that and I suppose I never will. 

But, right now, I feel an anger toward her I have never felt before. She was my mother, why didn't she love me or take care of me? I am angry because she had me, her last child, even after she had abandoned every other baby she birthed. I am angry about the way I was raised, about the orphanage, scavenging for food, having shoes with holes in the soles. I am angry about her taking me to my abusers house, trying to give me to a strange man for money. I am angry that she made me carry the guilt of her beatings.

Most of all, I am angry for being angry. This is all in the past and I can't seem to rise above it. I wallow in its sorrow, groveling for someone to care and knowing no one could conceivable understand the anguish that cripples me almost daily. I am a caricature of a man, lost, fumbling with no sense of normalcy. I will carry this to the grave. I feel like I am allowing her past abuse to continue to abuse me. 

[Chart]

Little2, if pain were a commodity and a child came to you, in pain, and asked you if you would help them. What would you do? I think you would look into that child's eyes and you would know their suffering. You would see the trauma etched in their young face and your heart would surge. "Yes," you would say, "Give me your pain, you do not deserve what you have suffered. Give it to me, I will take it all. You are too young and I am so sorry for your hurts, though I too am blameless. But I cannot bear to see one so innocent suffer as I did."
Am I wrong? Would you not do that?

So that child is you. And you, the adult is carrying the pain of you the child. You are in pain so that the child in you can, even if just a little, be free of that pain.

The suffering you are now enduring is the validation of the suffering you endured as a child. It is the very proof of a love for yourself that you never got from those that created you.

You are suffering because you love yourself. Please never doubt your capacity for love.  Let that love grow out of the cracks of suffering. Let it continue to grow and grow making shade and soothing the blindness of the child's pain. It is your guide. Follow it, stay with it, hold it tight. Take it into you, and then you will perhaps see, feel, hear or touch a hard joy.

Through no fault of your own you never had a mother, but to all your credit you have always had love. I admire you beyond what I can put into words.

[Little2Nothing]

I have never thought of suffering as a form of self love. But, I can see how one might conclude that. 

I never particularly thought I loved myself, yet, the ability to survive would indicate a love for self. 

Thanks Chart, for giving me a new perspective!