bad day
Bad day today. I think I'm losing it.
Therapy started out fine, today, casual even.
Somehow it turned into regression therapy.
Traced the steps back. All the scary places. No safe places. Hiding. Learning to not be seen. Vast aloneness.
A big rough and calloused hand taking mine and me thinking it was my father's because his hands were like than and now, not knowing for sure whose hand it was and then...the unspeakable things that cannot be said.
Disassociating off and on all day. Walked all over downtown listing to a CD, loud. Got back and didn't have keys. Retraced my steps. Nothing. Calls in to every customer service and security desk I can think of.
My mind going. Not being able to remember things. Forgetting often. Losing things I cannot find despite long and careful searches.
Retracing today I discovered those times when I blacked out and didn't remember being there.
Therapy started out fine, today, casual even.
Somehow it turned into regression therapy.
Traced the steps back. All the scary places. No safe places. Hiding. Learning to not be seen. Vast aloneness.
A big rough and calloused hand taking mine and me thinking it was my father's because his hands were like than and now, not knowing for sure whose hand it was and then...the unspeakable things that cannot be said.
Disassociating off and on all day. Walked all over downtown listing to a CD, loud. Got back and didn't have keys. Retraced my steps. Nothing. Calls in to every customer service and security desk I can think of.
My mind going. Not being able to remember things. Forgetting often. Losing things I cannot find despite long and careful searches.
Retracing today I discovered those times when I blacked out and didn't remember being there.