Therapy today sucked (LONG, TRIGGERS!)
crisispoint
Registrant
It may have been a necessary sucked, but it sucked.
Dealing with the COA, the old memories, the thoughts put in my head by the @$$holes in my life, is just plain hard. You'd think I know this. You think I would, but I don't. I really don't.
Why is it that I know all the good stuff rationally, but haven't really accepted it in my heart? Oh sure, there are days when I do, and they've become more frequent, but it's just a frigging reminder of how fragile I am. Of how one wrong word, comment, question, news report, what have you, can tear me down.
And I feel guilty for hurting, for being selfish when I NEED to be. I'd like to think that I'm one of the most giving people around, despite being self-centered (Galileo was wrong, the universe revolves around me!
), but I look at my posts recently and they've all been about ME and MY problems. I feel guilty about that. When I first came here, I took a little, and then was all gung-ho about helping others.
I was running from myself, plain & simple. And I have to take care of myself equally.
There may be some people here who are disappointed in me for this. They may say to themselves, "what happened to him? It's all about HIM now. What a selfish jerk!"
The people here who matter, my friends, my brothers and sisters who KNOW me, understand. Anyone who doesn't, it doesn't matter. You were never in my corner to begin with if you can't see I need to take care of me first.
What bothers me most is that I let Little Scot talk to my new therapist today. And he's sad and thinks I'm angry at him for not doing more.
As much of the guilt I'm carrying as me, HE'S carrying it one hundred fold. When I'm angry at myself for failing, I'm feeling anger toward the boy who didn't walk away. The child I was knew something was wrong and just kept going back for more. Never mind that circumstances made me feel like I deserved it, and it was the only way to get what I REALLY wanted, love and attention. Never mind that I was manipulated into thinking this SOB loved me. Never mind that later he hurt me, terrorized me, and damn near KILLED me to keep me quiet. It was my fault regardless, and what's more, I know as an adult that he hurt others and anyone after me is on my conscience. This is irrational, but I think it anyway.
I have to forgive myself, but I forgive everyone (a few exceptions) BUT myself. I'm still unworthy of being whole and loved, even by me.
And it's always caused my downward spiral of addiction, overspending, self-destruction, because I need to feel that temporary rush of happines from aquisition, to escape the pain, to control some aspects of the pain. I blame no one but myself for my mistakes, but I understand why I chose one path over the other sometimes better now.
I need to choose to let go. Some days I can. It's a continual struggle for me. I tell others they have to let go, that they have to accept they're okay, despite everything that's happened. I have to live that credo too.
And I have to keep living it, because, at least with me, it doesn't end with each victory. The SOBs are still a part of who and what I am too, and they're with me always. The fight will get easier, but it will be there for a long time.
Each victory, though, each day when I can say, "but damn it, I'm a good person and I am a strong person and I'm going to be the person I want to be," makes it worth the fight.
In the book "The Silence of the Lambs," Hannibal asks Clarice in a letter to her, "Have the lambs finally stopped screaming?" And I think his probe of what she might answer holds true for me and others here. "I wouldn't be surprised if the answer is yes or no. They may have stopped for now, but Clarice, you judge yourself with all the mercy of the scales at Threves. For it is the quest that drives you, and the quest will not end, not ever."
I judge myself that way too. But every day, those scales get tilted a little bit further in my favor.
As long as that keeps happening, that's progress.
I'm sorry I have rambled on as long as I have, and as disjointedly as I have, but I had to share what I saw with someone. The self-centered aspect working its way through again. But maybe it will help people who see it. Maybe people will think its another self-indulgent rant. I don't know.
But I'm allowing myself the license.
Peace and love,
Scot
Dealing with the COA, the old memories, the thoughts put in my head by the @$$holes in my life, is just plain hard. You'd think I know this. You think I would, but I don't. I really don't.
Why is it that I know all the good stuff rationally, but haven't really accepted it in my heart? Oh sure, there are days when I do, and they've become more frequent, but it's just a frigging reminder of how fragile I am. Of how one wrong word, comment, question, news report, what have you, can tear me down.
And I feel guilty for hurting, for being selfish when I NEED to be. I'd like to think that I'm one of the most giving people around, despite being self-centered (Galileo was wrong, the universe revolves around me!

I was running from myself, plain & simple. And I have to take care of myself equally.
There may be some people here who are disappointed in me for this. They may say to themselves, "what happened to him? It's all about HIM now. What a selfish jerk!"
The people here who matter, my friends, my brothers and sisters who KNOW me, understand. Anyone who doesn't, it doesn't matter. You were never in my corner to begin with if you can't see I need to take care of me first.
What bothers me most is that I let Little Scot talk to my new therapist today. And he's sad and thinks I'm angry at him for not doing more.
As much of the guilt I'm carrying as me, HE'S carrying it one hundred fold. When I'm angry at myself for failing, I'm feeling anger toward the boy who didn't walk away. The child I was knew something was wrong and just kept going back for more. Never mind that circumstances made me feel like I deserved it, and it was the only way to get what I REALLY wanted, love and attention. Never mind that I was manipulated into thinking this SOB loved me. Never mind that later he hurt me, terrorized me, and damn near KILLED me to keep me quiet. It was my fault regardless, and what's more, I know as an adult that he hurt others and anyone after me is on my conscience. This is irrational, but I think it anyway.
I have to forgive myself, but I forgive everyone (a few exceptions) BUT myself. I'm still unworthy of being whole and loved, even by me.
And it's always caused my downward spiral of addiction, overspending, self-destruction, because I need to feel that temporary rush of happines from aquisition, to escape the pain, to control some aspects of the pain. I blame no one but myself for my mistakes, but I understand why I chose one path over the other sometimes better now.
I need to choose to let go. Some days I can. It's a continual struggle for me. I tell others they have to let go, that they have to accept they're okay, despite everything that's happened. I have to live that credo too.
And I have to keep living it, because, at least with me, it doesn't end with each victory. The SOBs are still a part of who and what I am too, and they're with me always. The fight will get easier, but it will be there for a long time.
Each victory, though, each day when I can say, "but damn it, I'm a good person and I am a strong person and I'm going to be the person I want to be," makes it worth the fight.
In the book "The Silence of the Lambs," Hannibal asks Clarice in a letter to her, "Have the lambs finally stopped screaming?" And I think his probe of what she might answer holds true for me and others here. "I wouldn't be surprised if the answer is yes or no. They may have stopped for now, but Clarice, you judge yourself with all the mercy of the scales at Threves. For it is the quest that drives you, and the quest will not end, not ever."
I judge myself that way too. But every day, those scales get tilted a little bit further in my favor.
As long as that keeps happening, that's progress.
I'm sorry I have rambled on as long as I have, and as disjointedly as I have, but I had to share what I saw with someone. The self-centered aspect working its way through again. But maybe it will help people who see it. Maybe people will think its another self-indulgent rant. I don't know.
But I'm allowing myself the license.
Peace and love,
Scot