fears of recovery?
Sounds like a stupid question, but it' mine.
I have been calling all over my area looking for group therapists. Well, today I was given the number to a woman who does therapy locally. What got me to open up to her a little on the phone was that she, unlike any other therapists I have seen or talked to, works with trauma victims. That excites me, for I know I have PTSD. Few clear memories, but distinct dissociation without flashbacks (yet).
Well, as we talked she spoke of modalities I already knew about, one being EMDR. I know it is intensive and cuts to the quick, but the other she spoke of was EFT. They are both cognitive therapies that can go straight to the memories and/or feelings. It is the aftershocks of trauma I am dealing with day to day, and I am wanting to be a little more assertive in dealing with them.
Why am I scared about seeing her? I am afraid I would have my memories cut out, and I would just be facing the world without the need for all the coping strategies I have gained over the years. I'll need new ones and have to cope with the fruitlessness of my present ones! I know I'm exxagerating, but I do have some fear here. I think what really happens in therapy is that my fears are seen with my own eyes, I face them with assistance in the office, and over time I am given tools to work through the memories that surface when I am alone.
I guess I am doubtful inside that this is for real. I have spent years in counsellors' offices coping with my problems, but we/I wasn't ready to feel and see my incest wounds. Help! Does anyone EVER get through this?? It seems that we NEVER get better! Is this true? It seems we get stuck. If I am wrong, would the healed please speak up? How can I have hope if I don't see the healed? All I read about are flashbacks, surviving, and the miserable aftershocks of some predator's acting out! Sorry, not my style to be so upfront, but I don't see the "survivors" here as much. Who are you out there? Speak up! Please, give me a little hope. Recovery's got to be more than something I read about in books!
Alfred
I have been calling all over my area looking for group therapists. Well, today I was given the number to a woman who does therapy locally. What got me to open up to her a little on the phone was that she, unlike any other therapists I have seen or talked to, works with trauma victims. That excites me, for I know I have PTSD. Few clear memories, but distinct dissociation without flashbacks (yet).
Well, as we talked she spoke of modalities I already knew about, one being EMDR. I know it is intensive and cuts to the quick, but the other she spoke of was EFT. They are both cognitive therapies that can go straight to the memories and/or feelings. It is the aftershocks of trauma I am dealing with day to day, and I am wanting to be a little more assertive in dealing with them.
Why am I scared about seeing her? I am afraid I would have my memories cut out, and I would just be facing the world without the need for all the coping strategies I have gained over the years. I'll need new ones and have to cope with the fruitlessness of my present ones! I know I'm exxagerating, but I do have some fear here. I think what really happens in therapy is that my fears are seen with my own eyes, I face them with assistance in the office, and over time I am given tools to work through the memories that surface when I am alone.
I guess I am doubtful inside that this is for real. I have spent years in counsellors' offices coping with my problems, but we/I wasn't ready to feel and see my incest wounds. Help! Does anyone EVER get through this?? It seems that we NEVER get better! Is this true? It seems we get stuck. If I am wrong, would the healed please speak up? How can I have hope if I don't see the healed? All I read about are flashbacks, surviving, and the miserable aftershocks of some predator's acting out! Sorry, not my style to be so upfront, but I don't see the "survivors" here as much. Who are you out there? Speak up! Please, give me a little hope. Recovery's got to be more than something I read about in books!
Alfred