PTSD

I experienced an unfortunate glitch in my treatment protocol when I discovered that my iPhone's voice recorder application is basically worthless. the recording of session one was there, I swear! then I synched and suddenly it was two seconds long.

sigh.

since my only homework following session one was to listen to the recording once, I figured I could just as easily read the handout. so I did. and it was good! this jumped out at me:

... if you believe that experiencing flashbacks is a sign that you are losing control, you may try very hard to push the traumatic memories out of your mind. However, the more you try to push these memories away, the more they will intrude on your consciousness and the less control you will actually have over the memories.

my life has been out of control. at its worst, I felt like I was losing my mind. the only relief was to retreat into numbness.

session two delved into my responses to intrusive memories and triggers.

one of the common reactions to trauma, I learned, is avoidance. avoidance is a way to manage trauma-related pain. the problem with avoidance, though, is that often situations that aren't directly related to the trauma are also avoided because they're uncomfortable. avoidance can also lead one to push away painful thoughts and feelings, leading to numbness (aha, so that's why I was numb for all those years!). anger, irritability, guilt, shame, grief, depression are also all common reactions to trauma, and I've lived with all of them for years.

my life has become narrower and narrower as I've worked to avoid the pain. I can't work. I have to have a set schedule and it cannot be deviated from. having to deviate causes heart-pounding fear. every time I've decided not to do something uncomfortable, I've reinforced avoidance as a trauma-management tool because my immediate reward is a reduction of fear or anxiety.

using what's known as Subjective Units of Discomfort, my therapist and I constructed a scale of triggers from zero (at peace, no intrusive thoughts) to 100 (feeling like I'm at the worst moment of trauma). the scale is measured in Subjective Units because what is a horrifying trigger for me, like the feeling of needing something from the father of my children, wouldn't effect someone else negatively.

even the possibility of encountering my neighbor while working in my yard induces anxiety that I've worked hard to avoid, and it seems stupid, so working in my yard ended up on my scale, although closer to the low end. I gave it a 15. I think I've identified that he uses a common tool of the cult I was in, the appeal to authority. it's one that's worth learning to protect myself from. I submitted to group-think, to the cult's leaders, to my ex-husband, and was told it was wrong to question. my job was to submit. my mother raised me to feel wrong all the time, so it wasn't much work for the cult to get me to believe I was wrong when I disagreed with anything. then I end up moving next door to a busy-body neighbor who gives unwanted advice and tries to persuade me with "neighborhood concerns" about my yard and I end up hiding in my house, afraid to go out.

needless to say, spending time in my yard and learning to deal with my neighbor will be part of my recovery plan.

I wish I had more time to write tonight, but this is my third night of listening to the one-and-a-half hour recording of session two made (using the very awesome iPhone application iProRecorder), so I need to get started on it.

tomorrow is session three.

today was my first session of Prolonged Exposure Therapy for post-traumatic stress disorder.

I hope it is the first step to getting my life back.

today's session covered the protocol for imaginal exposure and in vivo exposure as well as a relaxation breathing exercise. the therapy is designed to expose the boogy-man to the light of day, so to speak.

today I feel really good. the fact that I feel really good today throws into sharp relief how NOT good I've been feeling for the last five years.

the bad feelings twisted my gut and interrupted my sleep and concentration. that's what happens when you deal with PTSD and you find yourself in a constant battle to stop an abusive ex-spouse with a personality disorder from destroying your family.

and yes, he did try, and I paid dearly for it in lost sleep, nightmares, anxiety, and physical pain. our children paid for it with emotional scars from my narcissistic ex's efforts to win their devotion and admiration, or, as the family evaluator stated it "inappropriate alienating behavior" by teaching our kids that "the use of conflict is a means by which one may achieve one's desires".

I've had so much to write about lately, but a great deal of fear over committing it to writing and sharing it publicly, mostly because my life, and the lives of my children, have been upended and shaken during the last few months and saying anything during the court-ordered family evaluation seemed unwise at best. I was also in the process of getting myself assessed for an autistic spectrum disorder. I am one of those individuals that falls into the part of the spectrum called Asperger's Syndrome. as it turns out, my son is one, too. more on that another day; back to the subject at hand...

yesterday was Mother's Day. I taught my small one how to slice strawberries so she could make me breakfast. I spent time with my kids planting corn and landscaping and did my best to be gracious about Mother's Day sentiments.

I'm not a fan of most holidays. I find the overwhelming requirements of any holiday that purports to recognize someone based on their role in your life to be fairly unreasonable. we're all told who we should honor and how, setting up expectations on both sides that aren't practical. still, yesterday I wished I had a mother to honor. I have a mother, but I haven't spoken to her in a dozen years and I don't plan to in the future.

in spite of my no-contact policy with her, the simple fact that she exists has led to several interesting developments this past week.