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That was what sent me to therapy to begin with.  I had not repressed the memories... I just didn't think about them.  Then I would have a flash and it was like I was experiencing them again, but not in my own body.  I have had that experience when too many come out at once.  I agree with Dee that once the box is open, you can't put the lid back on.  Keep in touch with your T if you are struggling and see what types of distractions and support they would suggest for you as an individual. 
I try to keep distracted, but also have had those days when I don't want to get out bed.  Hang in there, it does get better.

I have a similar experience if I feel that others are being taken advantage of or are being dominated.  I witnessed some students being mean to another with special needs.  You better believe I took action.  That need to protect others rises within me.  My T says it's because I used to just "take it."  I secretly wished someone would help me... step in... but that it never happened.  So now I find myself compelled to protect others.

I'm so glad you are happy with it.  I've never gotten a tattoo before but have been thinking about getting one for the same exact reason.  It sounds lovely  😃

You brought this on yourself

I have not been ok since Thursday.  I'm supposed to be writing, reading, and talking about one of my biggest triggers... belts

It wasn't until Thursday's therapy session that I realized I wrote about it, but never used the word "belt". It was like I had used distancing language to make it easier on myself.

I hate belts. The trigger is oddly specific. The belt has to be lying on the ground, or it has to be somewhere i don't expect to see one. They have to be leather and dark in color.  The jingling sound makes me swallow my heart. 
She used to wrap it around her hand... once, twice while holding the buckle. I knew the drill. I lifted my shirt, leaned over the back of the couch, bit my lip and would receive blows to my lower back. Usually I was given a number.

Once I got used to this punishment I got better at dissociating. I would stare at the wall, dig my nails into my hand and force my mind to go elsewhere.  I still get flashbacks even though it was 15 years ago. 

I'm still raw from Thursday's therapy. I feel like I have depersonalized.  I'm not any emotion. I'm not mad, sad, scared... just numb. 

I tried to self harm to feel again... still numb.  I just mostly feel sick to my stomach and exhausted. The world is fuzzy and has been since Thursday.