nachtspiegel
January 9th, 2009, 11:23 AM
the title of this thread applies to this first part, and there's another subject that i'd like to address that i don't feel is worth a separate thread.
the first is about cutting. i haven't done it since december 27th, but the urges always come back. i know that i'm not done, i'm just on... a hiatus, if you will. i am in therapy every thursday morning now, and i go for psychiatry on the tenth of next month. (it was supposed to be yesterday, but i didn't have a legal guardian available to take me.) my therapist, as of yet, does not know about the cutting. i think she senses that something is missing, but she hasn't put the pieces together yet. during yesterday's session, i wanted to tell her, but i am afraid that the moment i tell her, she's going to pick up her phone and arrange for my placement in an inpatient facility. at this point, i have too much going on, and i can't do that. i met several people in the facility i was in last spring that told me that they were put there just because they were having urges to cut.
and now, the second part. as at least a few of you know, i was molested for several years by someone that i should have been able to trust. i have decided not to come forward with a name because my memories aren't most vivid and i spend so much time trying to convince myself that it didn't happen that i don't feel comfortable talking about it. but, something keeps running through my mind that is driving me over the edge. i told my mother about everything last spring, just days before i overdosed. at first, she acted like she didn't believe me, and then she came off with "if you don't tell, and this person victimizes someone else, you're partially responsible." it makes me sick to my stomach every day and i feel like the only way i can rid myself of this torment is to end it. i was relatively okay until yesterday morning, when i started talking about it with my therapist. she basically told me what would happen if i gave a name (and i have been fully aware of the circumstances for a while now.) since i brought it up, what my mother said to me keeps running through my head. the temptation to take myself out of this sick game is so strong right now that i'm not even half-assed motivated to fight.
i just wish i could wake up tomorrow morning and have this all just be a dream.
the first is about cutting. i haven't done it since december 27th, but the urges always come back. i know that i'm not done, i'm just on... a hiatus, if you will. i am in therapy every thursday morning now, and i go for psychiatry on the tenth of next month. (it was supposed to be yesterday, but i didn't have a legal guardian available to take me.) my therapist, as of yet, does not know about the cutting. i think she senses that something is missing, but she hasn't put the pieces together yet. during yesterday's session, i wanted to tell her, but i am afraid that the moment i tell her, she's going to pick up her phone and arrange for my placement in an inpatient facility. at this point, i have too much going on, and i can't do that. i met several people in the facility i was in last spring that told me that they were put there just because they were having urges to cut.
and now, the second part. as at least a few of you know, i was molested for several years by someone that i should have been able to trust. i have decided not to come forward with a name because my memories aren't most vivid and i spend so much time trying to convince myself that it didn't happen that i don't feel comfortable talking about it. but, something keeps running through my mind that is driving me over the edge. i told my mother about everything last spring, just days before i overdosed. at first, she acted like she didn't believe me, and then she came off with "if you don't tell, and this person victimizes someone else, you're partially responsible." it makes me sick to my stomach every day and i feel like the only way i can rid myself of this torment is to end it. i was relatively okay until yesterday morning, when i started talking about it with my therapist. she basically told me what would happen if i gave a name (and i have been fully aware of the circumstances for a while now.) since i brought it up, what my mother said to me keeps running through my head. the temptation to take myself out of this sick game is so strong right now that i'm not even half-assed motivated to fight.
i just wish i could wake up tomorrow morning and have this all just be a dream.