This is so hard - why do I have to relive - reivew so many times
New therapist is trauma specialist - hurts to change after uncovering with a caring therapist for four years... the new guy is good - I remain more present with the pain.... My old therapist said he had never heard nor seen anything as horrific as the monster who was my father... that I needed a specialist.... he kept making therapeutic mistakes that hurt since it isn't his speciality and he cared too much, but he was so kind.... so I am still being hurt.... the loss of attachment with the old therapist on top of it all....
But now - the reality sinks in, the work that remains - sexual abuse, starved and sadistic beatings from the time I was 3... then the first full rape - tied down and... I had just turned 7.... nightly "visits" for 4 years.... date raped at 16... gang raped at 18.... married my rapist at 21..... 24 years of dealing with rape and abuse just like when I was a child - I am out now, divorced alone, struggling, battling to survive and reeling - still; hurting and with each new growth more grief... pain and progress hand in hand
That kind of ongoing abuse produced defense systems within my mind - that stored the flashbacks in different mindsets - all me but separate ways of dealing with life..... different ways of storing away the pain....
Now in order to put it together I have to remember, years of sadistic pain - the feelings, the smells, the visions, the emotions, the details - how I focused on the ceiling or the canopy - how I learned not to feel... crying for those little girls - they are all me... G-d help me - when it gets this bad, I want to die - no I just want escape which is why I walled it all away in the first place... like watching the pain from several different camera angles and dimensions at the same time.... trauma in surroundsound pain and devastation to be suffered through alone as always.
The gamut of abuse is overwhelming... too much - I just want to die, but something just won't let me..... hurts so
Haven't posted in awhile since it is nothing but the same pain just magnified and I am so tired of the fight, I try to distract and want to help others, yet I only end up running from the constant flashbacks and sadness - so I give up even reaching out, but I am at my end of strength... feel like I am just whining
New therapist is trauma specialist - hurts to change after uncovering with a caring therapist for four years... the new guy is good - I remain more present with the pain.... My old therapist said he had never heard nor seen anything as horrific as the monster who was my father... that I needed a specialist.... he kept making therapeutic mistakes that hurt since it isn't his speciality and he cared too much, but he was so kind.... so I am still being hurt.... the loss of attachment with the old therapist on top of it all....
But now - the reality sinks in, the work that remains - sexual abuse, starved and sadistic beatings from the time I was 3... then the first full rape - tied down and... I had just turned 7.... nightly "visits" for 4 years.... date raped at 16... gang raped at 18.... married my rapist at 21..... 24 years of dealing with rape and abuse just like when I was a child - I am out now, divorced alone, struggling, battling to survive and reeling - still; hurting and with each new growth more grief... pain and progress hand in hand
That kind of ongoing abuse produced defense systems within my mind - that stored the flashbacks in different mindsets - all me but separate ways of dealing with life..... different ways of storing away the pain....
Now in order to put it together I have to remember, years of sadistic pain - the feelings, the smells, the visions, the emotions, the details - how I focused on the ceiling or the canopy - how I learned not to feel... crying for those little girls - they are all me... G-d help me - when it gets this bad, I want to die - no I just want escape which is why I walled it all away in the first place... like watching the pain from several different camera angles and dimensions at the same time.... trauma in surroundsound pain and devastation to be suffered through alone as always.
The gamut of abuse is overwhelming... too much - I just want to die, but something just won't let me..... hurts so
Haven't posted in awhile since it is nothing but the same pain just magnified and I am so tired of the fight, I try to distract and want to help others, yet I only end up running from the constant flashbacks and sadness - so I give up even reaching out, but I am at my end of strength... feel like I am just whining