Hey! I'm new here so I'm quite late to the post, but it caught my attention because I've been going through a similar situation, although not so much with dreams, but in the general re-visiting past trauma.
Our childhoods sound a little different, but last year I read through my social services files, and since then I've been unlocking bits of my past that I'd kept hidden from myself and reliving it, but from the adult point of view. My heart breaks for the little girl in those files, and sometimes I try and think how I'd feel if the little girl wasn't me, but a story about another child that someone was telling me, because I still struggle to understand that all that stuff actually happened to me.
I've found it's good to sit with those memories, to give that little girl the kind of care she never got when she needed it, because I still am that little girl too often. To tell her it's okay to feel scared, or sad, or angry, and that her emotions are valid and that it's not her fault, but I also tell her she's going to grow up and achieve what I have achieved. For example, I never ever thought I'd go to uni, and I didn't go until I was 24 and re-discovered something I loved enough to want a career in (which took it's own hard work- I had to revisit my childhood to figure this out). So now I tell the little girl that despite how she feels right now, she goes to uni when she grows up, and anything else I can think of to soothe my inner child and instill a bit of calm and confidence.
Thank you for your post. I don't have many friends, and although I've tried to explain as much as I can about CPTSD (none of them knew much about my upbringing until recently and I've only discovered CPTSD this year), there are certain bits they can't understand, or I can't explain, just yet. Reading your post has made me feel less alone.
Our childhoods sound a little different, but last year I read through my social services files, and since then I've been unlocking bits of my past that I'd kept hidden from myself and reliving it, but from the adult point of view. My heart breaks for the little girl in those files, and sometimes I try and think how I'd feel if the little girl wasn't me, but a story about another child that someone was telling me, because I still struggle to understand that all that stuff actually happened to me.
I've found it's good to sit with those memories, to give that little girl the kind of care she never got when she needed it, because I still am that little girl too often. To tell her it's okay to feel scared, or sad, or angry, and that her emotions are valid and that it's not her fault, but I also tell her she's going to grow up and achieve what I have achieved. For example, I never ever thought I'd go to uni, and I didn't go until I was 24 and re-discovered something I loved enough to want a career in (which took it's own hard work- I had to revisit my childhood to figure this out). So now I tell the little girl that despite how she feels right now, she goes to uni when she grows up, and anything else I can think of to soothe my inner child and instill a bit of calm and confidence.
Thank you for your post. I don't have many friends, and although I've tried to explain as much as I can about CPTSD (none of them knew much about my upbringing until recently and I've only discovered CPTSD this year), there are certain bits they can't understand, or I can't explain, just yet. Reading your post has made me feel less alone.