*Triggers Possible* Returning to the box I want to avoid
I am doing something i never in my wildest imagination imagined doing again. I had a brain fart some time ago and agreed to go to Egypt. I know, I know, its not the sandbox technically, but in my head its the same. The atmosphere, the sounds, the smells, it's the same as Iraq or Saudi Arabia, places I did some bad things in. I have been working with a therapist for a couple of months now, specifically on this return to the neighborhood and how to deal with it, keeping my shit together. I understand this may not be exactly something that resonates with every guy here, but frankly, I went there in the service as a direct result of my childhood abuse. A place to take my rage out on others and be rewarded for it. So in a way, it is relevant. I leave tomorrow and I am getting panicky at this point. I don't want to mischaracterize this trip, it's a vacation, a week diving in the Red Sea, which was always on my brother's bucket list (he's deceased), and a week touring the Nile and visiting ruins and the pyramids. I should be just fine with this, but just hearing certain things several times a day, seeing certain clothing, these things illicit extreme memories, flashbacks, all the same things we experience as survivors.
An additional frustration is that my shrink and I had just started opening some of the really difficult things, using prolonged exposure therapy, a very difficult thing for me to even approach. When I mentioned that this was going to happen, he stopped all work on it and told me to put it back in a box on the shelf to be touched when we get back. I haven't been able to do that, I don't even understand how. So the nightmares, back, the dissociation, back, the extreme reactions, back. Now I face getting on a plane and landing in Cairo. The focus has been on just implementing strategies and I am working on them diligently.
I don't even know why I am posting this. I am not a young man, I am just an old tourist, but my brain doesn't seem to understand that. I don't know what else to say.
An additional frustration is that my shrink and I had just started opening some of the really difficult things, using prolonged exposure therapy, a very difficult thing for me to even approach. When I mentioned that this was going to happen, he stopped all work on it and told me to put it back in a box on the shelf to be touched when we get back. I haven't been able to do that, I don't even understand how. So the nightmares, back, the dissociation, back, the extreme reactions, back. Now I face getting on a plane and landing in Cairo. The focus has been on just implementing strategies and I am working on them diligently.
I don't even know why I am posting this. I am not a young man, I am just an old tourist, but my brain doesn't seem to understand that. I don't know what else to say.



