Scot
I'd forgotton just how bad flashbacks can be until this week.
The flashbacks of my abuse have eased dramatically over the last two years or so and they don't affect me any more. They still come but the tension and upset has gone.
But this last Monday I crashed my wife's new Subaru Legacy that she picked up the previous Wednesday.
And I admit that I was showing off to my mate in it. Luckily the damage is minor and nobody was hurt.
The guilt and shame I felt at my stupidity was huge, as was the telling off I got !
But the flashbacks of the crash have been awful, they have woken me in the night sweating, and they come so often I can't believe that I lived with this problem for over thirty years. But I did, I know I did. This small incident has reminded me of how I was.
I can remember the sudden recall of past events ( I didn't call it abuse back then ) and the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach, the sweats, my stammer getting worse, going bright red with embarrasment and feeling like shit.
This week has been the same, and it's only tonight when I've talked to my wife about how I feel that I'm starting to feel better.
To be fair she's wonderful about my 'stupidity' - it's not the first time I've done something like this, the last car she had I nearly totalled within two weeks ! But she buys fast cars
Anyway - I'm banished to my old oil-burner LandCruiser for the time being
Flashbacks are bad news Scot, and I thin the way past them is talking about them in some detail. It's worked for me today anyway.
Dave