Hi Mad Hatter and Mic...thanks for your replies.
I am going to see my P tomorrow to get a note for time off. Don't know how that will work out financially, but I see a brick wall in front of me and have to take some time off. The P suggested disability and I have the form here, but don't know if I would get enough $ to manage.
I guess my P may be able to help me with the states I move into and out of....but that takes a lot of therapy and a lot of time. I realize that as soon as I started doing better...at the end of 2006, I jumped right into a full time stressful nursing job. I was in way over my head and haven't gotten out yet. I have been progressively moving towards losing my grip.
At work and socially, I get triggered and actually AM the kid inside. I try not to let others see that in my behaviour or at least don't want them to, but they do see and know it at times. I constantly fight to be adult but i'm not very successful because young parts of me seem to take over. It is a battle. When I am young, I don't know I am an adult, it is like I am in that childhood time zone and place in my life and there is nothing more to my life, and no adult me to go to for help. There is a definite disconnect, like a huge chasm with no way to communicate past it. Instead, I try to find someone outside of me to help me and as an adult and professional.....that can seem pretty weird to others. I also forget everything I learned in therapy, all the skills, and work I've done seems to leave my memory and mind and I am back at square one, terrified crying like a little helpless lost kid. I can't remember the stuff. My shrink doesn't seem to get what happens to me very well. My old T understands but it seems I haven't slowed down enough in hte last 3 years to do what she advised.
She advised me to keep talking to the younger parts, reassuring them, connecting and soothing them to lessen the fear and let them know an adult is present. I hardly ever do that.....instead I keep running with over-busyness...work, university, friends, family...housework, any distraction from hte pain inside. I don't like the person I am or hte kids that bother me from inside so I strive in other areas. This can come and bite you later on as I seem to be experiencing now. Last week I cut which I haven't done in a long time and felt suicidal most days. Last night I talked to my mom and an older nurse friend from work...they both advised me to take some time off but not quit. Quitting is failure, I guess, and a good job is hard to come by.......I however, can hardly keep my head above water each day, most of the time my body feels stressed, lit up electrically with nerves, muscles, and pain like a glaringly bright Christmas tree thats needles and branches are stretched out way farther than they should be. If you think of a cartoon picture of a cat with its claws outstretch, hair standing on end and it is freaked, hanging upside down from the celing....those analogies kind of explain how I feel. I realize now how important it is to start back into the working world slowly after trauma....to give yourself a fair chance at success.
Mad Hatter, I am glad you tried work again. But please don't push yourself like I have done.....it does not pay. Try to figure out what you can tolerate COMFORTABLY at work and do that until you are able to build on it a little at a time. To do that, I think you have to pay very close attention to your body's responses and signals ....I am sure mine has been screaming at me, but i have been too stubborn to listen. I went and immediately got myself into debt when I first started working, bought a house and ran up my credit. Now I have more responsiblities than I want or can hardly manage. gee.
Today I feel more adult again. I hear the kid inside crying a lot, and hear others too making comments and feeling stressed, but always always I try to avoid them. Sometimes you just run out of energy and the brick wall meets your face....maybe now I will have enough time to do the personal work I should have done before entering teh working world again.
Karen