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Hi everyone,

I've been going through absolute hell in therapy and life since Easter. Its been a long, dark and torturous struggle but I seem to be emerging from it and wanted to share something that I hope many of you can relate to and maybe take on board to help yourself in your process.

Through the last week I've gradually come to see that there is a part of my personality hellbent on creating misery and chaos.

It came about through some awfully tough confrontation from my T (to the point I was crying and in the foetal position and asking him to please stop sledge hammering me) who could see that I have an unbelievably harsh inner critic (or superego) that hates me and wants me dead. It will do ANYTHING to keep me suck in a cage of lonely despair where the only way out is death.

In the lead up to mothers day I did something a bit uncharacteristic - I actually admitted to some friends I was having a hard time because my own mother has been dead for over 15 years now. They were all very caring and empathic and understanding. And there I was seeing I was receiving genuine love, care and support but I couldn't take it in.

Similarly DH came home early on Friday night so I could go out shopping for a mothers day present and there I was wandering around my local shopping mall and my inner critic kept reminding me how fat I was (I'm a size 0-2) and how this is what my T and his daughter do sometimes. I finally had to stop and tell that part of myself to shut up, why were they being so mean and nasty?

Then with T yesterday it kind of clicked into place. I don't want what I have because I don't feel deserving of anything good, and my inner critic uses ridiculous and unrealistic expectations to destroy the good things I do have consequently. If I don't find a way to challenge my inner critic, I'm never going to feel the love and care I so desperately need to experience.

Yesterday I was supermarket shopping with DH and DS and as we were going through the checkout there was another family at the checkout next to ours who had a girl of maybe 2 or 3 in the trolley. She was screaming and crying and her parents were yelling at her, shaming her, threatening her. she looked so scared and of course she became more and more hysterical and her parents got angrier and more menacing. My heart wept for this poor child and then I realised that I have a very similar child inside me who reacts the exact same way when I let my inner critic run the show. I clearly saw that I have been treating myself appallingly for years because I didn't think I deserved differently but how can I expect to heal if I don't change that?


as a budding psychologist I ended up reading Freud's "mourning and melancholia" last night and that paper helped me to realise why my personality is structured the way it is. And that is that a part of myself has identified so strongly with my parents that my inner critic believes my parents are living inside me. That there is a total confusion and an inability to tell between who is me and who is the "other" per se.

I read so many stories on here of people feeling worthless, ashamed, inferior and blaming themselves for it. For those of you who do, its so important to see that your inner critic is confused. It thinks your parents are living within your mind and that's why it ends up attacking you. Stand up to it so you can heal and enjoy the wonderful opportunities life has to offer. You really do deserve it.
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GE,
That sounds like an incredible breakthrough, and a very difficult one to become aware of. Thank you for sharing your experience as I think it will resonate very strongly with many who read here, seen and unseen. I am very, very glad to hear you are finding some relief from the terrible pain you have been in. I do, had a difficult time taking in the love that was all around me, it makes all the difference in the world. You deserve to be able to experience that and I am glad that you are starting to.

AG
(((((GREENEYES)))))

I'm so glad too that you finally have some relief from that unrelenting pain. For me, all of that confusion was mixed in with idealizing, looking at things through the eyes of a child, thinking that everyone else had all these wonderful relationships they did not have - which made what I didn't have seem that much worse. It's all in how our emotions let us see the world. It amazes me now that I used to look through the world only through that one lens. I still go back and forth but it's easier now to get myself back to feeling good.

But the very odd thing to me is that everything has shifted. Everything I believed about the world before I no longer believe. I can see how it all developed but all of the restrictions now were being maintained by me. It was so empowering to realize that I had a choice to change things. Life is hard. Frowner I read recently, though, that life doesn't get easier until we accept how hard it really is. I'm looking forward to it getting a little easier. How about you?

High five to H for coming through for you and to your friends for giving you support as well. But the biggest high fives go to you for reaching out through your pain.

Happy Mother's Day!
((scars))

((AG)) it has been an eye popping mind boggling breakthrough. i'm not only amazed at what i've never been able to, but what i'm noticing about my self perception and self talk after that realisation. I feel really ashamed at how appallingly I've treated myself for the last 30+ years. And already my relationship with DH and my son are so much more fulfilling and rewarding and I'm much less angry and bothered by irritations.

((Liese)) that's exactly right, that overidealizing what others have and feeling like its so much better than what you have means you completely miss what is there for you to enjoy. Part of it is not feeling deserving of anything good and trying to turn anything remotely possible into meaningless, painful crap. it is incredibly empowering to realise you can step in and make changes very, very quickly that translate into a better life within days and weeks. Life is awful sometimes. This realisation has helped me re-evaluate what I want my son to learn. of course i want him to be happy, but most importantly i want him to know how to manage in tough times and how to be independent and interdependent so he can experience the joy of himself and the joy of close relationships and use those as a buffer to get through hard times. Happy Mothers Day to you too.
thanks hopeful

I managed to disclose something to T today that has been swirling in my head probably for years now.

While i'm grateful for the life i have with my husband, son and friends and i have a good career and studies that i enjoy, part of me doesn't want to be there in that part of my life. this part of me came to therapy with an agenda that if i nagged, berated, cried and got sick enough that T would turn around and say that i could become part of his family, and he would help me find another T to continue with. So i finally mustered the courage to say this and it was so heartbreaking. of course T said no but he said it in the nicest and most caring and loving way i can imagine anyone doing. he acknowledged and easily understood the wish and longing of this abandoned and hurt child to be wanted and to have a home and family somewhere. but that the time where that would be appropriate or make a huge difference had passed. and that holding onto that fantasy was actually making me suffer more than i needed to.

but interestingly within a few minutes of disclosing this awful longing (and its so hard disclosing something so painful when you know you're going to be rejected) i actually thought about what if T did grant that wish. and honestly i would be so confused and freaked out, it actually wouldn't help. we will always be patient and T. yet i'm still no closer on how to look after this part of myself that is relentlessly heartbroken, frightened and fragile.

I guess I have always thought if someone loved me enough it would make the pain inside disappear. i'm seeing that isn't the case. its so hard because i lived inside a rich and vivid fantasy world when i was growing up to survive the terrible reality. so i have grown accustomed to believing my inner life and imaginations are less painful than the reality. in the here and now reality is generally ok but the moment that child part steps out of fantasy life and into reality, the reality is a gruelling and unending nightmare for her.
i have reached an important personal milestone that coincides with my 4 year anniversary with current T. and that is sometimes a "no" is the most loving and caring response to give somebody. for me growing up no was associated with deprivation, withholding, alienation, rejection and an indifference to my pain and struggles.

I understand how scary that feeling is - I KNOW my T is available and offering care, attention and connection and I have been able to accept it a little at times but it is hard to keep on doing it.
For me, as well as the fear of being so very vulnerable and exposed, there is also a deep sense of loss tied up with experiencing what I've always longed for - the pain of knowing what I didn't have as a child.
But... the few times I have managed to let myself be open to experiencing connection on that level have been incredibly healing.
You are being very courageous to sit with these difficult feelings. They will pass.
xx
((iris)) ((about))

i had the most horrific flashback last night that completely overwhelmed me and I ended up having a nightmare about it. It all came out with my T today, and wow he was soooo kind and gentle and loving. He said he doesn't have one shred of hatred for little girl me who suffered endlessly growing up. am walking around trying not to vomit and fall apart. all so tragically sad
((((Greeneyes)))) it's a weird place to be in, experiencing that love and gentleness and acceptance you've always longed for from your T and how amazing that feels contrasted with the fact that it is that very safety that allows really painful horrible stuff to emerge. It can feel very disorienting. So I am very glad that you are receiving that care from your therapist but very sorry for what you have suffered. FWIW, I see you doing such good, deep healing work. Be very gentle with yourself this is hard stuff to face.

xx AG
That is wonderful work GE. It says a lot about you that you didn't run from it but stayed and faced it. I hope now that you are so much kinder to yourself.

There was some time ago when I realized that I was pretty much hell bent on harming myself in the sense that I was not a friend to myself. The older I get the more I realize that I can't afford to be my own enemy anymore. I need to be my advocate. It is a strange thing for me but life is better because of it. I think there are times when I would have not made it through had I not been a friend to myself.
((SD)) thank you

((AG)) thank you for the encouragement and understanding. It seems crazy to say this but there is something inherently beautiful in this process for me even though there are so many strong feelings swirling about. To find not only a home for these feelings but a home that is full of love, acceptance and tenderness. After such a long, long time. I never believed it would happen.

((L2F)) thank you for your kind words. It was a flashback that I had no choice but to face in its entirety. And I think you identified something very important in that as individuals we are fundamentally alone with many opportunities to engage, relate and connect to the world around us. Yet there must be a posistive relationship within to weather the storms of relationship problems, being separated from loved ones and general life stress. I'm so glad you are being kind to yourself.

I have been completely overwhelemed these past few days with grief, sadness, anger, relief, love, fear, anxiety and shame. We had a ferocious thunderstorm on Friday night to the point the entire house was shaking. I imagine its what being in an earthquake is like. There are times I think I'm going to get swallowed alive by all these feelings inside. I am back to wanting to go in and out of my Ts office whenever I want rather than on a strict schedule. And I'm managing to hold onto a good image of my T internally but sometimes when i'm as distressed as I have been, imagination isn't enough, I just need him here. I'm feeling very "little" and actually took a few of my sons stuffed toys into bed with me last night because I needed the extra comfort. I also got a sense of my child self in a way I hadn't before and she seems so close to death that I think I would have died before the end of the year had this not come out. I simply could not have kept walking around holding onto so much pain and trauma.

THank you all for your support and kindness in this hard time xx
brief update here.

its been a gruelling week and with two important exams looming next week, its hard to do much deep therapy work because i need to keep relatively stable until these exams are finished.

but just tonight, I felt incredibly grateful for DH, DS and my T. I was standing in the kitchen with DH and started bawling and said I was so glad I didn't give up earlier in life because if I hadn't I wouldn't be standing here with him and my son in our lovely home that is a safe place for me where I am loved, valued and special. But I feel paralysed and confused about what I'm meant to do. How can I step into this life after everything that's happened? How can I be happy after everything that's happened? What I'm sensing is that if I am really to ground myself in the reality of here and now 2013, I am going to have to let go of everything I held onto to survive, I am going to have to remove all the distortions, all the lies I've ever told myself and been told by others. And for some reason it terrifies me. It reminds me of what CLaire went through in the last episode of Six Feet Under as she farewelled her family and drove off into the future, unaware of what lay ahead but knowing a new chapter in her life was unfolding.
GE, I bet it terrifies you because it is terrifying. It's leaving behind what you know of the world, the people in it, and yourself. It's letting down all of your defenses that have been developed and honed to help you survive. But you don't need them anymore. It's 2013 and it sounds like you have a safe household with a husband and son who love you. I think that's a beautiful insight and sense of your journey you've had. You can do it, piece by piece, slowly.
thanks Erica Hug two

well exams are over and while it was one of the craziest weeks I have been through recently, it was also amazing and sad at the same time.

I had a three hour exam on Tuesday afternoon which involved writing 7 essays and answering 50 multiple choice questions in 3 hours. I was deliriously tired by the end. I had a session with T immediately afterwards and luckily his office was within walking distance from the exam centre but the 30min stroll seemed to drag on endlessly. I was hanging out for a cup of tea and badly wanted my T to drive me home so I wouldn't have to walk to the train and take a train ride and then another walk to my car and then driving home. But even though I was angry and he wouldn't do what I wanted, I could still feel how much he genuinely cared about me. When I got home DH was waiting with hugs and a hot cup of tea.

The Thursday evening exam was interesting because we had a fire alarm ringing for 20mins in the adjacent room but being exam conditions it was impossible to know what was going on. Highly distracting that's for sure.

It made me think of the number of days where I had exams at school and during my original stint at university in my late teens and early 20s that nobody ever took care of me afterwards. Instead I would actually have to remind my dad or my brother that I'd had an exam that day and I would still be expected to make dinner and listen to their whining and complaining. And T knew I'd had exams and was concerned, DH was a superb support with his care, practical help and helping me stay calm and not get too anxious. Again it served as an enormous contrast to my earlier life.

I've been run down with a cold and post exam exhaustion this week. But with the shadow of exams gone I've been working on some extremely difficult issues from earlier in life. Yesterday in my session I was really in touch with how worthless and less than human I feel and later that morning I got a stinging email from my sister in law. She is married to my brother (my only sibling) and I am estranged from him. Yet we co-own a property from our parents estate that we are trying to sell and hence are still responsible for each paying half of the upkeep and bills. anyhow my SIL wrote this demeaning, nasty, vindictive and disrespectful email saying I hadn't paid a bill properly which was completely unacceptable and I was wrong and need to pay it immediately. Given how pathetic and worthless I was feeling, I got really, really upset and angry and felt the emotional landscape that haunted me while growing up was suddenly leaking into the here and now and I freaked out that I was going to lose everything. DH was a bit surprised by my reaction and had gone into default "must-fix-it" mode which I took as him implying that I was shameful and horrible. A bit of tension arose which we managed to talk through last night and we are now great.

But it really highlighted the incredible contrast between my past life and my current life. I haven't had much to do with my family of origin for a long time, but at the moment I can't even acknowledge they exist. Because I wasn't meant to survive my upbringing. I barely, barely made it through. I can't go back to it. Its hard enough having to remember and acknowledge this really, really happened. Yet seeing or hearing from my family brings all those feelings flooding back. For now I can't and don't want to know them.

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