Calg, I am now 50yo and don't have too many dreams, I wish I did, and I wish they could be good dreams. After SA, I remember three distinct recurring nightmares which meant I got no sleep because of the ferocity of them.
Repressed memories are repressed by your mind for a reason, they generally take a lot of other good memories with them, or so I believe. I think the mind represses for a reason, to help us survive trauma.
I think the best way is, to let the mind deal with repression the way it wants to, and not try to disturb it, it was put there for a reason.
As Dave said, there are therapists who can put ideas into your mind that are ficticious and can lead to problems of confusion over discovered memory rather than perceived memory.
Any therapist using this approach should be highly trained in the use of it, there are so many warnings in this field. Planting memories in what the therapist thinks, can have a very damaging effect on recovery.
I am getting some memory back by reading books on the inner child and going back to what he went through, and how he dealt with all the turmoil.
Is it any wonder we block it out? Trying to be kids when you are dealing with a load of shit, sure is a hard one, but we got there because we were kids, and kids can be stronger and more resourceful than adults.
I think we blocked it because we certainly could not live with all this shit flying around inside our heads'.
It will come out when it wants, if it wants, but beware of flashbacks and triggers when it does.
I've certainly had my share of them!
Maybe my mind is scared of letting go and just dreaming. But NO, I am not far from being able to just dream again and not have the fitful nights that we all don't deserve.
If we can dream and observe our dreams, then this can be a good thing, repressed memories can surface as nightmares, but they cannot be perceived so vividly as that of the child witnessing them. Child nightmares, are to a child real nightmares where the child is indeed truly petrified and scared with nobody to protect them.
The night is in itself a perceived danger, because of the loneliness of the child, he has a nightmare and wakes up terrified in the dark, and even the proximity of parents does not console the child, he is in perceived danger unless a parent is with him or her.
I always remember asking my father to never leave me alone and clinging to him, sobbing as he left the room to leave me in the darkness.
I really needed him to be close, but he could not be, because he had to go to work the next morning, but I had to deal with all the shadows and the faces appearing on the ceiling, and everything else that real nightmares are made of.
I always remember that the control I had to put on liveing was hard, a bit like being in the sea, bobbing up and down, sometimes going under and gasping for air, waves of emotions crashing down and engulfing me. I learnt to live with the waves of emotion and keep on top of the waves, but only just.
I was toying with the idea of not posting this, as I do with a lot of my posts, but thought I would do because these feelings meant so much to me!!!
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