Flashbacks at the office -- *triggers*
Ladybird
Registrant
**WARNING FOR TRIGGERS**
On the outside I'm going about my normal work day. Emails, manuscripts, going to meetings...
Inside I am being bombarded by all kinds of emotions and physical sensations that have been long locked away, shut off. Stabs of panic, or the feeling of a hand grabbing my neck, pushing my head downwards...
I will be fully in the present one moment, and then in an instant it threatens to overwhelm me. I take a moment, a deep breath, and can usually clear my head, but it's draining.
I pass an empty meeting room and feel myself getting pulled inside, seized, manhandled, stripped and passed around, raped by unseen, ravenous figures, over and over until all I can do is be swallowed up by the barrage of sensation, lose myself in all-encompassing stimulation that shreds my mind to pieces.
Then I have to exchange a polite smile with someone walking by.
I know I can ride this out; I've handled worse. But the specificity of the physical sensations is a new angle, something that's lain dormant until recently.
I'm posting this only because I need to share it somewhere, anywhere where people might understand. If you've read this, thank you.
On the outside I'm going about my normal work day. Emails, manuscripts, going to meetings...
Inside I am being bombarded by all kinds of emotions and physical sensations that have been long locked away, shut off. Stabs of panic, or the feeling of a hand grabbing my neck, pushing my head downwards...
I will be fully in the present one moment, and then in an instant it threatens to overwhelm me. I take a moment, a deep breath, and can usually clear my head, but it's draining.
I pass an empty meeting room and feel myself getting pulled inside, seized, manhandled, stripped and passed around, raped by unseen, ravenous figures, over and over until all I can do is be swallowed up by the barrage of sensation, lose myself in all-encompassing stimulation that shreds my mind to pieces.
Then I have to exchange a polite smile with someone walking by.
I know I can ride this out; I've handled worse. But the specificity of the physical sensations is a new angle, something that's lain dormant until recently.
I'm posting this only because I need to share it somewhere, anywhere where people might understand. If you've read this, thank you.


