what it felt like
This is what it felt like.
I am going through a very rough patch. It has been gradually building and the past couple of weeks have been nearly unbearable. It began with a vague, nagging feeling of uneasiness. That increased and intensified to stronger but intermittent waves of anxiety. Now it is a pervasive enveloping sense of near panic. I am able to hold it together enough and put on a stoic front in order to get through the day. But after I reach the safe refuge of solitude, I am exhausted and nearly useless.
I have difficulty remembering things. I have a hard time putting my thoughts into words and easily and often lose my train of thought. I become extremely frustrated and upset by even little things. My appetite, digestion, sleep, breathing, heartrate, blood pressure, attention span, and ability to carry on a conversation or complete a task are all adversely affected. It is like being in the clutch of appalling fear and dread.
And I realize - this is what it felt like while I was being abused and bullied. This is what I went through every day during sixth and seventh grades. I can’t believe I survived two years of this agony. No wonder I repressed the memories as soon as I was removed from the circumstances that had created that torture.
Now I know that soon I will be released again. By the end of May I will have quit this job and be able to move on. I will be glad to be free. But I can’t help feeling like “they” won when they can still make me feel this way after all these years and at a distance of half a world away.
Lee
I am going through a very rough patch. It has been gradually building and the past couple of weeks have been nearly unbearable. It began with a vague, nagging feeling of uneasiness. That increased and intensified to stronger but intermittent waves of anxiety. Now it is a pervasive enveloping sense of near panic. I am able to hold it together enough and put on a stoic front in order to get through the day. But after I reach the safe refuge of solitude, I am exhausted and nearly useless.
I have difficulty remembering things. I have a hard time putting my thoughts into words and easily and often lose my train of thought. I become extremely frustrated and upset by even little things. My appetite, digestion, sleep, breathing, heartrate, blood pressure, attention span, and ability to carry on a conversation or complete a task are all adversely affected. It is like being in the clutch of appalling fear and dread.
And I realize - this is what it felt like while I was being abused and bullied. This is what I went through every day during sixth and seventh grades. I can’t believe I survived two years of this agony. No wonder I repressed the memories as soon as I was removed from the circumstances that had created that torture.
Now I know that soon I will be released again. By the end of May I will have quit this job and be able to move on. I will be glad to be free. But I can’t help feeling like “they” won when they can still make me feel this way after all these years and at a distance of half a world away.
Lee


