Hi Jones and BB,
I'd really like to second what BB said here:
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I think "little hurts" can be just as traumatic or even more traumatic than the "big hurts." Some of the little stuff bothers me much more than the big, because of the context in which they happened. I think they can be capital T, for sure, under all circumstances, and especially if- a. you are sensitive and/or intelligent b. they happened when you were quite small and without defenses- or for a host of other reasons.
This is SO true for me! I think the "little" stuff is often what gets swept under the rug. It's these things that- because they seem smaller- don't get processed and over time they grow and grow IMO. Some of my most painful memories aren't the bloody/gory obvious traumas- because I was allowed to feel bad about those a little more. But the everyday moments, that got overlooked, and my parents' lack of attunement/love on very basic levels... now that's the stuff that gets me. The simple stuff, that I didn't get- that I DID deserve... that's the stuff I can't ever get back, and that's the stuff that I often find myself recounting to my t- even if it sounds SO INCREDIBLY SILLY.
Also, I think the little moments that our caregivers mishandled are illustrative of what some of the bigger messages we got were. IE, one time, my dad was helping me make my bed. I really enjoyed spending this time with him because it was rare, and I wanted to show him that I would make my bed without leaving ANY wrinkles in the comforter (hey, I was a little obsessive, that's the kind of thing I did when I was bored!!!). Anyway, I told him I could do it and I was expecting him to want to see me do it... but his response was far less than ideal... he said "go ahead and do it then" and then he just left the room. I was SO deflated, and I was so sad. I wanted him to be proud of me and I wanted him to be impressed, but instead, I didn't fit his mold of being wholly dependent on him and needing him, therefore I didn't deserve his attention. He actually never helped me make my bed again, and I hated that blanket from that point forward. This was definitely a SMALL event, but it was hurtful. And because I wasn't "allowed" to be hurt about this, I just held onto it forever, never dealing with it until it came up in therapy recently. I was able to connect my growing independence with the receeding care I got from my parents... and able to see how the more capable I was, the less they were there for me. It was a pretty big deal and really plays into why I don't want to grow up- I don't want to do things on my own because, in my head, it means people will leave me and emotionally abandon me.
Well, that's a long example, but I think it illustrates my point well. I hope this helps Jones, and I too am sorry about your t. With this t or with another, I hope one day you begin you value your experiences a little more... I think you tend to brush yourself off- perhaps like you were brushed off- but I think you'll find a lot of healing in the lowercase experiences...
-CT