Incestuous Abuse Perhaphs not understandable: an update of sorts
I have not been engaging much here for a few days, and that's not a coincidence. This trip to Egypt is really messing with me, more so, the things my shrink has me doing to prepare for this trip. I understand the goal, I understand the reasoning, and I don't disagree, but this stuff is really digging into my brain pretty hard. I was told we have to put all this abuse stuff back in the box and shove it back in the closet to focus on the immediate issues, and he's right, it makes sense.
I don't often talk about my military history here in much detail, and the last week or so has made it very clear to me why. I don't think it's going to resonate with many, and what's happening now is bringing up much of that anger, that shame, and that aggression. The therapist has me listening to the call to prayer and other sounds, watching things that remind me of the box etc all in this envivo theory of exposure. My therapist has been working with me to develop coping strategies for managing potential triggers during my travels, using an approach called in vivo exposure therapy. In vivo exposure therapy involves gradually exposing oneself to anxiety-provoking stimuli in a controlled and supportive environment, with the goal of reducing the emotional and physical responses associated with these triggers over time. I understand why, but this is putting me right back into iaccus mode, angry, bitter, resentful, and seeking out the things I have done in the past to deal with things I can't really control inside my own head. He's providing me with tools to help deal with this crap, but we are NOT delving into the origins of it all because there is no time. I understand this, but dissociation based on military trauma is no less disturbing than abuse desociation. Part of this includes intentionally doing, hearing, and seeing things that will cause me great disturbance. This has been a challenging balance to strike, as both sets of experiences are deeply intertwined and equally impactful. I am trying to do what must be done.
I suppose if I had two brain cells, I would have found a place like MS to talk about the highway and James and all of it, but I haven't, and there is no time to do so now. Thank god a couple of good people here pushed me into getting serious about therapy again because I don't have any idea how I would have reacted to any of this crap if I had just been plopped into it with no preparations at all. For this I am grateful.
I have until the end of the month to get my shit together, and then it's off to the scene of the crime.
be well.
I don't often talk about my military history here in much detail, and the last week or so has made it very clear to me why. I don't think it's going to resonate with many, and what's happening now is bringing up much of that anger, that shame, and that aggression. The therapist has me listening to the call to prayer and other sounds, watching things that remind me of the box etc all in this envivo theory of exposure. My therapist has been working with me to develop coping strategies for managing potential triggers during my travels, using an approach called in vivo exposure therapy. In vivo exposure therapy involves gradually exposing oneself to anxiety-provoking stimuli in a controlled and supportive environment, with the goal of reducing the emotional and physical responses associated with these triggers over time. I understand why, but this is putting me right back into iaccus mode, angry, bitter, resentful, and seeking out the things I have done in the past to deal with things I can't really control inside my own head. He's providing me with tools to help deal with this crap, but we are NOT delving into the origins of it all because there is no time. I understand this, but dissociation based on military trauma is no less disturbing than abuse desociation. Part of this includes intentionally doing, hearing, and seeing things that will cause me great disturbance. This has been a challenging balance to strike, as both sets of experiences are deeply intertwined and equally impactful. I am trying to do what must be done.
I suppose if I had two brain cells, I would have found a place like MS to talk about the highway and James and all of it, but I haven't, and there is no time to do so now. Thank god a couple of good people here pushed me into getting serious about therapy again because I don't have any idea how I would have reacted to any of this crap if I had just been plopped into it with no preparations at all. For this I am grateful.
I have until the end of the month to get my shit together, and then it's off to the scene of the crime.
be well.


