I want to talk about some experience. When I was in the worst of my isolation and derealization. I felt like an animal. Thats the best way for me to describe it. I was just surviving being controlled by my instincts. I couldn't think about what was happening. I was even in a ton of denial. Its weird to mention, but I actually couldn't see what my parents were doing to me. I felt like no one was willing to help or even cared to think about what was going on. My friends of, which were hundreds of miles away were busy with school and ignoring me because all I did was angerly complain. What my parents were doing was illegal. In hindsight I know that now. For one they weren't even educating me. Even if it was "homeschooling". I didn't actually do anything in that area. I was blinded by pain.
Sad thing is. I felt like a child. Thats why I think they call it Childhood PTSD. I essentially felt like I had no say in anything , so all I did was survive by entertaining myself enough. Its weird to describe it this way I guess, but I felt like I wasn't even self aware or conscious. I think its why I don't have memory of much of my triggers or even during the events. I mean all I remember was some visuals and emotions. Like from childhood.
I'm raising my own daughter. She's 2 years old. She is happy, energetic, and crazy. Sometimes its hard for me to handle her or I instinctual get annoyed by her. I love her and I know the feeling is wrong, so I spend time with her anyway. But it makes me think what I went through when I was 2. I think my family would yell at me and ignore me because I was annoying to them. So I isolated and never spoke or even made noise. My brothers all played videogames together, but without me. Stuff like World of Warcraft. What's so strange is when I was younger I always separated my friends from my brothers. Like I was embarrassed to have them meet my friends. I did it without thinking until recently when I identified that. I had no trust towards them even though they're my brothers. They treat me well, but dang it's crazy to know that.
I think I also formed a fear of failure. One could say everyone has that. But for me failing has happened so often and out of my control. When I was in collage I failed because I couldn't bring myself to ask for help. Now I'm scared to go back. I'm scared to ask for help. That is one of the worst things about the trauma. I hate asking. It's not because of social anxiety, but trust. I mean my mind kept telling me a therapist won't help me. If I went and got help. The fear of asking for help is absolutely wacky.
Just wanted to puke out a bunch of thoughts, I've been super busy and I need to vent a little. Especially after telling a coworker about what happened to me because he asked.
Matt💖