Sometimes old traumatic memories like to sneak up on ya, you could be having a fine evening, listening to music and chilling with friends. A feeling creeps in and you are trying to figure out why you are feeling a certain way and then you realize it's a certain date. And you'd promised yourself to not think about that date but your mind …
Sometimes old traumatic memories like to sneak up on ya, you could be having a fine evening, listening to music and chilling with friends. A feeling creeps in and you are trying to figure out why you are feeling a certain way and then you realize it's a certain date. And you'd promised yourself to not think about that date but your mind doesn't listen. Being raped the first time was bad enough but it's really not fair to have to relive it every June 26. I don't think I've ever said that here. I guess I am tired of feeling like I need to keep it a secret. A deep wound that I never speak of but it's just as much a part of me as my love of cats. My psychiatrist said to me that it may seem like you would wish to make it all disappear from your memories but that also disappears away part of your life, a very courageous part, a part of you that you should be proud of, the survivor. So many of us hold this kind of trauma, maybe I'm sharing to say to the ones that never talk about it, I understand and none of us are alone.
OMG, Ziggy! I'm sorry that you had to experience it. I'm also glad that you're a survivor, and you are here.
I narrowly escaped assault on three occasions: once when I was 9, and twice when I was college-aged. I did not escape a boyfriend, however, and it took a while for me to face it and to stop feeling guilty for not immediately breaking up with him at the time. I did not expect anyone to believe me, so I never reported it. You're right--we need to talk about it.
Hugs. Talking about the trauma is part of the healing process. It's not an easy part of it, but sometimes you need to pull the scab off in order for the wound to fully heal.
Our trauma makes us who we are. It sometimes weakens us; it sometimes strengthens us.
My rule in life is absorb it all; realize when things go icky. It comes and goes.
Just know one thing: nothing and no one can fix you. You have to find that first sign of a path, take a step, know it's a start of a sort of healing. Others will help, though.
I know how silly that sounds. Probably simplistic.
I read years ago that the drug ecstasy was originally used to treat trauma. It apparently was successful in treating rape victims. It's a shame it was outlawed, even for medicinal purposes. This country has a long history of being so puritanical that we'd prefer to let people suffer, than let people escape pain in an easier manner.
Sometimes old traumatic memories like to sneak up on ya, you could be having a fine evening, listening to music and chilling with friends. A feeling creeps in and you are trying to figure out why you are feeling a certain way and then you realize it's a certain date. And you'd promised yourself to not think about that date but your mind doesn't listen. Being raped the first time was bad enough but it's really not fair to have to relive it every June 26. I don't think I've ever said that here. I guess I am tired of feeling like I need to keep it a secret. A deep wound that I never speak of but it's just as much a part of me as my love of cats. My psychiatrist said to me that it may seem like you would wish to make it all disappear from your memories but that also disappears away part of your life, a very courageous part, a part of you that you should be proud of, the survivor. So many of us hold this kind of trauma, maybe I'm sharing to say to the ones that never talk about it, I understand and none of us are alone.
OMG, Ziggy! I'm sorry that you had to experience it. I'm also glad that you're a survivor, and you are here.
I narrowly escaped assault on three occasions: once when I was 9, and twice when I was college-aged. I did not escape a boyfriend, however, and it took a while for me to face it and to stop feeling guilty for not immediately breaking up with him at the time. I did not expect anyone to believe me, so I never reported it. You're right--we need to talk about it.
Love you, Ziggy. All of the hugs. <3
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I'm so sorry. 💔😢
Hugs. Talking about the trauma is part of the healing process. It's not an easy part of it, but sometimes you need to pull the scab off in order for the wound to fully heal.
Don't do that.
Our trauma makes us who we are. It sometimes weakens us; it sometimes strengthens us.
My rule in life is absorb it all; realize when things go icky. It comes and goes.
Just know one thing: nothing and no one can fix you. You have to find that first sign of a path, take a step, know it's a start of a sort of healing. Others will help, though.
I know how silly that sounds. Probably simplistic.
Here's a hug. xx
I read years ago that the drug ecstasy was originally used to treat trauma. It apparently was successful in treating rape victims. It's a shame it was outlawed, even for medicinal purposes. This country has a long history of being so puritanical that we'd prefer to let people suffer, than let people escape pain in an easier manner.
I'm sorry that happened to you.
(peace and healing to you, boss)
Hugs, Ziggy. All of the hugs.
I rarely say this, but: (((hugs)))
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Well said, Ziggy.
It can take a long time to get to the point where we share that trauma, even if we still carefully filter it so we don't trigger others.
And congratulations to you for still being here.
You are valued, respected, and loved.
mental scars ... some public and some private. Most everyone has one or two.
Love and support to you ZW!
Well said. I wish there was something I could do to take the pain from you and far too many like you.
Thank you ❤️