The influence my past has upon my today

Over the past few weeks I have found myself struggling as the past invades my present, my here and now. It came to a head when I received a letter from the hospital saying my psychiatrist appointment had been amended, I would no longer see the doctor I was expecting, instead a random stranger. I haven’t seen the original doctor for ten years, but the fact I knew he was ok had made my transition to the new team bearable, suddenly I was now being faced with a stranger, someone who might judged me and that triggered me.

 
I found myself hurtling back into the past and then came the tears, irrational thoughts and fears which culminated in me deciding I just wouldn’t go. Now if course on reflection I know not going isn’t helpful its just plain avoidance.

At the time I didn’t understand why I felt so terrified, so wound up and there wasn’t space to think rationally. I had thoughts of negative coping strategies which scared me too, but seemed the only solution. I really felt I was terrified of this person, that he was unsafe, bad even.
In the end once I had decided I wouldn’t go, the fear dissipated and I felt able to survive the day, but I couldn’t help wondering what it was I was really scared of. Using strategies I have been taught in recent times and speaking to my psychologist I began to think about why I reacted so badly, eventually I realised this was my past hurtling at full pace into my today. The fear wasn’t this doctor, it was the fact he could judge me and I hate being judged it fills me with horror and memories of my past.

You see in my past I was constantly judged, I wasn’t ‘good enough’ and no matter how hard I tried I didn’t hit the mark of perfection that certain people wanted. When in hospital I was reminded of this by professionals who didn’t understand me, who made assumptions that were often incorrect and then judged and labelled me – which caused consequences that impacted upon my life. Of course my reactions to the doctors back then, were influenced by my experiences as a child when no matter how hard I tried I seemed to mess up. So when I faced the thought of seeing a stranger who had the power to judge and label me, I was reminded of the past not just my previous experiences in hospital but those as a child.


I couldn’t stop my past racing back into my today and spewing my thoughts and thus my reactions, which looking back were illogical and very much out of proportion. But despite controlling in a fairly safe way the impact of this trigger, I felt wounded, drained even and so weak and vulnerable, it hit me with such force. In fact it’s taken me a while to recover not just from the event itself, but also from the reality that I am still so vulnerable to full on triggers. I think that has been as hard as the trigger event itself, coming to terms with my own vulnerability and accepting I still have a long way to go on this road of recovery.

I can recall a time not too long ago when triggers would impact at this force numerous times each day, but in recent months I had been coping much better. I really found this incident a huge shock, it reminded me just how vulnerable I can be and how unable I am currently to stop such events from happening. I guess you could call it a wake up call to my reality, the reality of a past that wasn’t great and that led to me having Dissociative Identity Disorder.

So I have tried to take more me time in recent weeks, I’ve been more gentle with myself. I have given myself time to think, to reflect and to deal with triggers as they appear. I faced a similar judgemental trigger last week and I realised straight away what it was, I just couldn’t stop my reactions or my tears.

I’m aware that I feel more sensitive and I have needed to accept I will be crying more often, to let out this mix of emotions racing around inside of me. I have sought advice about the upcoming psychiatrist appointment my first in a while, and I will be attending now. I’m no longer going alone though, I’m taking a relative to help support me and I have prepared a list of things I want from it and that I want to say.

I’ve been empowered to attend and take control of the appointment, so I aim to tell them I fear being judged before they start. You see I can either go in all meek and mild and let them control what is in effect my time or I can seize charge of this time. I’m not going to be bossy but I will be assertive, I will explain my condition and I will tell them that I fear they will make wrong assumptions. I also will tell them I know me better than anyone and all I can hope is that they respect what I say, if they don’t I have a right to challenge wrong assumptions.

I am afraid of the appointment but I’m also afraid of my past and I need overtime to stop this, my past has no right to control my life now. I’m slowly learning about the psychological theory behind my triggers, why they happen and what is going on in my brain. I’m finding ways to start to challenge this past as is hurtles into my life here and now, I realise in time I will hopefully manage to stop the past controlling how I react today.

My appointment is next week, I will let you know how it all goes though I do feel better equipped than I ever have to attend such an appointment. I guess that’s a sign of progress in itself, I just need to remind myself of that fact, especially as the appointment approaches and the panic sets in as it undoubtedly will.

 

Copyright DID Dispatches 2015

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Delays in posting

I just wanted to update people, Sorry I haven’t posted for a couple of weeks now but life’s been a bit chaotic. I had a bit of a relapse a couple of weeks ago due to a trigger and so have felt quite fragile. I’m ok and trying to focus on just getting on with life, I am aware I’m  cramming my days full as a coping mechanism.  I need to stop and have a good old cry and then I should be able to get back on track. I realise this is all a part of me, my Dissociative Identity Disorder and the recovery process. Hope you can bear with me. 

I will post soon I promise. 

Thanks 

Carol 

Time To Let Go Of My Past

This week I have been trying really hard not to look back, not to keep focusing on my past but instead look towards my future as well as the here and now. I’m consciously aware that it is so easy to keep finding myself ruminating about the past, the abuse and those who abused me. Yet I realise that is not going to help me recover, in fact if anything it’s actually adding to the torment of my past.

 

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You see I know that I often tend to do my own self interests no good, I persecute myself with negative thoughts and self critical thinking. I am forever finding that I am having to contradict myself and those thoughts that put me down, thoughts that tell me I useless or worse. I know I’m not the worthless person that I tend to automatically think I am, but its so easy to keep falling into old bad habits formed over years of abuse and neglect. I was forever told I was useless, blamed for everything and anything and continually berated and belittled.
But I need to remind myself that my abusers are no more, they are not here and they can’t continue to harm me. But surprisingly the person who often berates me these days, or belittles me is myself and it’s a hard habit to break. Yet I’m working on trying to stop the negativity and self persecution that I find myself slipping into so easily.
Last week in therapy I was told I needed to realise just how amazing I am, how I need to focus on the now and not the past. You see in truth I am far stronger than I ever believed I was and the fact I am here today is testament to that fact. I could so easily have become like my abusers, I could so easily have crossed the line from abuse victim to abuser, a route I imagine many of my abusers took at some point in their lives. Yet thankfully I didn’t chose that route instead I fought tooth and nail to overcome the legacy of abuse and not become one of them.
Focusing on the present and not looking back is harder than it seems, this week for the first time in ages I was plagued by seeing my main abusers face when I closed my eyes. I found myself having to stabilise myself and deal with the fear that rose up as a result of her image in my mind. It took me a while to come to terms with seeing her face and I found myself having to reassure us that she wasn’t here and most of all we were safe.

 

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I worried over why this had happened, why her face suddenly plagued me and then it hit me, six years ago this week I was informed she had died. I haven’t really mourned for her in fact I felt relief at the time and I haven’t really thought of her death at all in recent times.

But subconsciously I must have been remembering the date this week, hence why her face popped into my head with such force. Knowing why I thought of her helped me to process it and then box it away, I don’t need to mourn her or acknowledge this date. She is in my past not my future and certainly not my present, I can take comfort from the fact I’m not like her, that I have many skills that she didn’t. I can safely leave her behind in my past and refuse to give her any air time at all.

I think I have often plagued myself with regurgitating the past, reliving the horrors of my yesterday’s and mourning the things I never had in my childhood. When in fact what I ought to be doing is focusing upon my strengths, not my weaknesses. Focusing instead upon the pleasures of today and thinking of the many blessings I have. Knowing that I had the bravery to break free from the horror of abuse, to chose not to be one of them, is something to celebrate. I know I have been a far better mum to my children, than I could have ever hoped for and I do have lots of things to be grateful for and pleased about. The past doesn’t have to drag me down instead I can leave it behind and focus on my recovery and my future. For now though I’m just happy to focus on the ‘here and now’ and to keep challenging those negative affirmations, that stem from my lack of positive parenting in my childhood.

 

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As a new month dawns I intend to keep challenging myself and make the most of each and every new day. I so want to focus in on the positives and acknowledge the things I can be rightly proud of, there is much to be grateful for, the fact I can laugh and have fun now, the fact I can cook, the fact I can wake with a smile and rise above the nightmares. Most of all though I’m slowly realising I can leave her well and truly in my distance memory, I don’t need to let her legacy carry on anymore, she is well and truly in my past. She has no right and doesn’t deserve a place in my future or in my present.

Copyright DID Dispatches 2015