Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Connecting the dots

Certainly, there are many aspects of my behavior that I have been working to connect the dots with. Today, I had one that was connected--self-preservation. One of my defense mechanisms is that I do not want to go through what I had experienced again and I feel that I have a certain aspect of self-preservation tht I must experience. This is normal. This is to be expected. However, I must be aware of just how much compensation that I express to maintain self-preservation. This self-preservation is innate to all of us; however, traumatic events usually preserve these feelings and may create an over-exaggeration of behavior. I recognize that my lack of willingness to be touched is just that. While I long to be touched, it is something that is conditional and the person must understand that touch is a priviledge and not just haphazzard.

I am reminded not to take on all of this at once. I know that I am the type of person that will run into things head on. However, over the years, I had learned to just suppress as much as possible. Now, I cannot. You know this already about me. I am working diligently on making sure that I address what is needed to take care of myself.  "Take on only a small bite of the issue a day. If yo ufeel overwhelmed, slow down. If you experience panic, discuss it with your therapist and work on coping skills related to panic attacks." This is very astute! I have experienced this many times and I have chosen to take small pieces at a time; hwover, when these "small bites" get stuck, there is no choice but to force right through it and to get to a point of emotional safety. I have done that with touching. I can only handle so much at a time. Too much over a certain amount of time is just too much.

Panic attacks. I do have them. I do recognize them. I get anxious and things just seem to speed up and do not slow down. Then, I have to recognize that is what is going on and from that point, make a plan of attack. These things will stop and I will recognize that some events are meant to just not be allowed to overwhelm me. Sometimes the whole aspect of having things spin out of control can be so aggravating; then, I realize that the only way for this to stop is when I do. So, I tell things around me to stop. Then, I figure out what has been going on to trigger it and then it gets better. I have learned to communicate what bothers me. I think that I am doing much better at it but I need to continue to press forward. This will not stop me. I will continue. I say it and I keep doing it.

The right rape counselor. So, PM and PD are gone and it has left a hole in me. So, I am in the process of looking for another person. This is not well undestood. I am looking forward to more discussions. The book that I am using has been very helpful as a guide. "Physican heal thyself". So, being more sedate knowing that not everyone is a good rape counselor, I must continue to search for what is needed. I feel that I have openned up and I am laid bare without an avenue to continue. I have been honest and I know that honesty is a greater cure than anything else. It is the honesty of one's own condition and not of mere accepting fault or blame. There is no fault or blame when it comes to being a victim. There is no fault or blame when someone chooses to create an assault. There is not fault or blame when it comes to someone who chooses to hurt you. Accepting the fact that no wrong has been done is difficult; but, it is important to my recovery. I still have a lot of blame and I still have a lot of shame from the act that was done. I know that I must continue to give myself strong positve feedback when I know that I have done nothing wrong. I do know that I deal with shame too much. I do want to get beyond this shame and to continue to a lot more peace. This shame is still so deep.

So, I am stuck. I am stuck at a point where I need to find someone very qualifed to meet my discussions. Thre is still so much to do and so far to go.

Looking on. Seeking further. Reaching out.

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