BornActor
May 21st, 2014, 02:56 PM
Hey all,
I'm just curious what you think of "getting over it." Do you think there's a time where you just "get over" all of the trauma? Or is it one of those things that haunt you forever? If there is a period for you, what does it feel like? How do you envision "getting over it"? If not, then how do you cope with distress?
My mom is a survivor of domestic violence (which I witnessed). I hadn't thought about it much, until I got triggered recently by a movie. Some days, I remember it in vivid detail and I get terrified and powerless. Other days, I cry myself to sleep because I feel guilty--for hating my dad, for not being able to drink with the other students, for being the only one in the family to not be harmed physically, for being preferred by him over my brother because my skin is slightly lighter, for being the favorite among both parents. And other times, it'll be a mild fear that envelopes me. I won't have a reason to be scared, but I'll just get chilled and feel anxious, like I need to be on guard for some danger. I thought I had gotten over it, but clearly I haven't. Reading some of the other people's abuse stories and that they still think about it each day makes me feel so much more validated. I feel like it's fine that I'm not over it, and that that's not necessarily the goal. It almost feels a little liberating to be able to experience what I'm experiencing now.
I'm just curious what you think of "getting over it." Do you think there's a time where you just "get over" all of the trauma? Or is it one of those things that haunt you forever? If there is a period for you, what does it feel like? How do you envision "getting over it"? If not, then how do you cope with distress?
My mom is a survivor of domestic violence (which I witnessed). I hadn't thought about it much, until I got triggered recently by a movie. Some days, I remember it in vivid detail and I get terrified and powerless. Other days, I cry myself to sleep because I feel guilty--for hating my dad, for not being able to drink with the other students, for being the only one in the family to not be harmed physically, for being preferred by him over my brother because my skin is slightly lighter, for being the favorite among both parents. And other times, it'll be a mild fear that envelopes me. I won't have a reason to be scared, but I'll just get chilled and feel anxious, like I need to be on guard for some danger. I thought I had gotten over it, but clearly I haven't. Reading some of the other people's abuse stories and that they still think about it each day makes me feel so much more validated. I feel like it's fine that I'm not over it, and that that's not necessarily the goal. It almost feels a little liberating to be able to experience what I'm experiencing now.