psychological bits and pieces
Jan. 3rd, 2016 12:17 amTrauma, etc etc etc.
Mass last Sunday: the tension between perfect unconditional love and judgement; compare & contrast with people (parents, lovers, whoever) being angry with you because (or so they or the narrative say) they love you; the impact this has on one's sense of reliability, ability to trust, susceptibility to abusive narratives, etc.
There is the specific thing, that I think isn't quite learned helplessness, where you become so inured to the reality that your desires/preferences/needs are irrelevant that you... stop knowing how to have them. It's not that you don't express them, it's that you don't have the first idea what they are or how to go about identifying them, and it doesn't even occur to you that you might have them. Is there a term for this, do any of you happen to know?
(It arises because I ended up dragging myself back out of it the hard way yesterday, set off by A getting home, which flipped me from "mostly fine" to "I want to cry forever", for values of "forever" that turned out to be "about two hours, until cooking dinner gave me a role to inhabit that I understood and could rebuild from inside". Meanwhile, I'm having a bloody good go at working myself up to trying to believe that the extent of the fucked-up dissociative everything is something that I'm somehow making up because of my overidentification with a fictional nonagenarian cryo-amnesiac supersoldier, rather than the overidentification being because the way
recessional writes the choking on words and the nasty vicious unfair poisonous thoughts and the frantic screaming need for loud enough sensations to drown out the agitation is spot-on to my experience.)
Mass last Sunday: the tension between perfect unconditional love and judgement; compare & contrast with people (parents, lovers, whoever) being angry with you because (or so they or the narrative say) they love you; the impact this has on one's sense of reliability, ability to trust, susceptibility to abusive narratives, etc.
There is the specific thing, that I think isn't quite learned helplessness, where you become so inured to the reality that your desires/preferences/needs are irrelevant that you... stop knowing how to have them. It's not that you don't express them, it's that you don't have the first idea what they are or how to go about identifying them, and it doesn't even occur to you that you might have them. Is there a term for this, do any of you happen to know?
(It arises because I ended up dragging myself back out of it the hard way yesterday, set off by A getting home, which flipped me from "mostly fine" to "I want to cry forever", for values of "forever" that turned out to be "about two hours, until cooking dinner gave me a role to inhabit that I understood and could rebuild from inside". Meanwhile, I'm having a bloody good go at working myself up to trying to believe that the extent of the fucked-up dissociative everything is something that I'm somehow making up because of my overidentification with a fictional nonagenarian cryo-amnesiac supersoldier, rather than the overidentification being because the way
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Date: 2016-01-03 01:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-01-03 01:29 am (UTC)But yes right this. Because if you don't have wants or needs, then the fact that they're never met is irrelevant, right? They didn't exist. It's not that the people you love don't care enough about you to prioritise you. It's not willful obstruction - which I, at least, did face, and learned not to reveal wants because then they were weapons to use against me. And in face of that, why would I /want/ to want things? It's so much easier not to. I can never be disappointed that way.
(And even if I did have wants, and then have them disappointed, it's not like I'd be allowed to express that disappointment without being punished for the audacity, the selfishness, of daring to have desires.)
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Date: 2016-01-03 01:34 am (UTC)is there a word for that bit? because yes, that. mostly w/r/t people, but still.
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Date: 2016-01-03 09:57 pm (UTC)And yeah, it's all shit, isn't it. (There's the adjacent thing of only being able to want things within a set of things that have been Deemed Acceptable e.g. because they're things an Authority Figure has indicated are acceptable, so.)
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Date: 2016-01-03 10:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-01-03 02:29 am (UTC)Also preverbal flashbacks.
I'm guessing you know about all this already, but in case not, I'll link to what I wrote about it a few months ago. It has links to more info at the end.
http://traumahealed.com/articles/name-memories-without-words.html
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Date: 2016-01-04 04:21 am (UTC)But I do also have the same non-train-of-thought about other kinds of wants.
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Date: 2016-01-04 12:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-01-10 04:18 pm (UTC)Sometimes someone gets a character so right for your own experience, it just tunnels straight through all the societal crap and disbelief we've had to deal with, and says 'Someone else gets this'. I think that's why Frida Kahlo's Broken Column spoke so strongly to me, because not only did it say someone else understood my experience of pain, and had been able to express it, but it came at a time when a lot of people at Evil Aerospace were outright telling me I was lying when I talked to them about my experience of pain.