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- Thread starterDuckie
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Definitely very vivid. It made me look at my arms, I could see some of the fading scars of the nights I would scratch my forearms until they bled. I did not feel the pain as I fought the internal flashbacks, only seeing him and feeling his touch. My scratching I believe was my way to rid the sense of his touch.
I can remember awakening from the flashback seeing blood on the arms as well as hearing the condescending comments from some when they saw my arms, deepening my sense of self worthlessness. It reminded me of a very painful and debilitating time in my life. I guess it is good to remember where I came and your poem brought me back. The words did not trigger me but made me realize I am is such a wonderful place today and I know I had to travel those days and events to heal and to extricate myself from an environment that was extremely triggering and debilitating.
Thank you for reminding me of a reality that was part of my life and now I can look back. Anyone going through this breaks my heart and I have hope one day the pain and self flagellation will be something of the past and the memories will no longer control or trigger you.
You poem is well written and creates a visualization that put me back in the bedroom waking to the blood, seeing the scabs and one hospital stay when I came back from a dissociative episode and I saw my arms with fresh scabs. Today I see fading scars.
I can remember awakening from the flashback seeing blood on the arms as well as hearing the condescending comments from some when they saw my arms, deepening my sense of self worthlessness. It reminded me of a very painful and debilitating time in my life. I guess it is good to remember where I came and your poem brought me back. The words did not trigger me but made me realize I am is such a wonderful place today and I know I had to travel those days and events to heal and to extricate myself from an environment that was extremely triggering and debilitating.
Thank you for reminding me of a reality that was part of my life and now I can look back. Anyone going through this breaks my heart and I have hope one day the pain and self flagellation will be something of the past and the memories will no longer control or trigger you.
You poem is well written and creates a visualization that put me back in the bedroom waking to the blood, seeing the scabs and one hospital stay when I came back from a dissociative episode and I saw my arms with fresh scabs. Today I see fading scars.
