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- Jan 13, 2020
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Does this site use trigger warnings? I promise I read the rules twice but my brain gets really slippery. I talk about sexual assault here.
I promised my friend I'm not going anywhere while she's in cancer treatment. I said that about a job that would have taken me away, but I'm not sure I can wait on ctb. I feel on the one hand I have to keep my word, but on the other hand here in life I feel like squatter. Like I'm occupying property that isn't mine because I don't have one of my own. I don't like it. And I feel like a rubber band about to snap.
I might feel differently if I didn't keep finding myself an outcast even amongst outcasts. I feel like a very selfish person because when I go there will be all these people who like me who will feel like they could have done more but the truth is that none of us are close. I want that closeness but it doesn't happen very often and when it does it doesn't last. ASD's most fun feature is this problem right here.
Add in the PTSD and I get these really fun flashbacks where I can feel myself being assaulted when nobody is physically present. When I was really young I thought it meant I was schizophrenic but I learned through online groups like this one what they really were/are.
I told my therapist about this week before last. She asked how often it happens and I told her it was pretty often. It used to be. It's only sometimes now but I have a tendency to think that whatever is going on in any given moment is what is happening all the time, and then in the next session last week it wasn't and I could see her face and it sure looked to me like she thought I'm full of shit. I've gotten this impression before but she denied it. I can never tell if I'm being gaslit or if I'm actually just paranoid. Anyway I asked her a personal question last week about something serious and her face registered a level of trauma that even her professional poker face couldn't smooth over so tomorrow will likely be our last. I feel really bad for asking it. I didn't mean to be hurtful and I did apologize but I did that over a message. She said in session it was fine and she did answer after some deliberation but that face said it all. It wasn't fine and she wasn't fine.
But back to the issue at hand, I hope there's no afterlife that reflects the kind of person you feel yourself to be because I'm not sure I can wait and if there is I'm going nowhere good. I feel like my brain and arms are being pulled on and the invisible assaulters have been doing their thing and it's really really awful. On the bright side I can tell the difference between this and when it's an actual person. That would be much worse I think.
My therapist thinks that if I do my meditation every day I'll be fine. I would be better but sometimes when I do it I can feel them crawling on me and in me and I can't put it to words to talk about it in therapy because when I try I either get scared and clam up or I dissociate and basically get lost in wonderland.
Sometimes I can talk to friends about it but that's usually the catalyst for them making their way out the door. Usually I only see them a couple times after that. Maybe I'm different once I get comfortable. I have a dear sweet friend who knows and is still here but she lives over a thousand miles away. I miss her.
I promised my friend I'm not going anywhere while she's in cancer treatment. I said that about a job that would have taken me away, but I'm not sure I can wait on ctb. I feel on the one hand I have to keep my word, but on the other hand here in life I feel like squatter. Like I'm occupying property that isn't mine because I don't have one of my own. I don't like it. And I feel like a rubber band about to snap.
I might feel differently if I didn't keep finding myself an outcast even amongst outcasts. I feel like a very selfish person because when I go there will be all these people who like me who will feel like they could have done more but the truth is that none of us are close. I want that closeness but it doesn't happen very often and when it does it doesn't last. ASD's most fun feature is this problem right here.
Add in the PTSD and I get these really fun flashbacks where I can feel myself being assaulted when nobody is physically present. When I was really young I thought it meant I was schizophrenic but I learned through online groups like this one what they really were/are.
I told my therapist about this week before last. She asked how often it happens and I told her it was pretty often. It used to be. It's only sometimes now but I have a tendency to think that whatever is going on in any given moment is what is happening all the time, and then in the next session last week it wasn't and I could see her face and it sure looked to me like she thought I'm full of shit. I've gotten this impression before but she denied it. I can never tell if I'm being gaslit or if I'm actually just paranoid. Anyway I asked her a personal question last week about something serious and her face registered a level of trauma that even her professional poker face couldn't smooth over so tomorrow will likely be our last. I feel really bad for asking it. I didn't mean to be hurtful and I did apologize but I did that over a message. She said in session it was fine and she did answer after some deliberation but that face said it all. It wasn't fine and she wasn't fine.
But back to the issue at hand, I hope there's no afterlife that reflects the kind of person you feel yourself to be because I'm not sure I can wait and if there is I'm going nowhere good. I feel like my brain and arms are being pulled on and the invisible assaulters have been doing their thing and it's really really awful. On the bright side I can tell the difference between this and when it's an actual person. That would be much worse I think.
My therapist thinks that if I do my meditation every day I'll be fine. I would be better but sometimes when I do it I can feel them crawling on me and in me and I can't put it to words to talk about it in therapy because when I try I either get scared and clam up or I dissociate and basically get lost in wonderland.
Sometimes I can talk to friends about it but that's usually the catalyst for them making their way out the door. Usually I only see them a couple times after that. Maybe I'm different once I get comfortable. I have a dear sweet friend who knows and is still here but she lives over a thousand miles away. I miss her.