the itsy bitsy spider
crawled through my underwear
even though i really
don't want it in there...
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
okay, so i had my final eval today. it was just for the head of the study to confirm that all the diagnosis that the other two made were accurate, so it was pretty short. he was the first one without any kind of unusual accent. but i couldn't stay calm the whole time, and he noticed.
he says that he doesn't think the study is for me cuz i belong on meds for my depression. and he apologized for it taking so long, but "we have to do it to make sure we can really help the people who join the study." well, idiot, did you ever consider that maybe, just maybe, you were making things worse for potential candidates by taking so long? this thing took FIVE weeks! if they had done the first three evals monday, thursday, monday and this one on the next thursday, the thing could've been over in TWO WEEKS! less than half the time!
i agreed to accept his apology offer of 14 weeks free treatment cuz it'll save my parents $440 a week in therapy costs. but i doubt i'll finish the course of treatment, cuz it doesn't sound too different than what my therapist now is doing. (he offered me IPT, which sounds like plain old talk-to-a-stranger-about-your-problems-therapy to me!) we're looking into plan B now, which is DBT, and sounds really hard to me, but it's supposed to be really helpful. (here is an explanation of what it is. however, most DBT programs are more intense than what it describes-a few hours a day five days a week rather than one group and one individual session a week. and many people in the programs don't have BPD. so no, you can't add that as another diagnosis for me!) i don't know if i can handle DBT, but i promised i'd try it. in the meantime, i'm a little in no-mans-land, cuz i don't know much about this IPT person, if she's really any good, if i'm gonna like her or not, if i'm gonna last more than a session...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
ok. they are really brilliant. so, my psychiatrist is just as annoyed at them as i was, cuz they were really dragging things out, right? she called them. she has an in, cuz she also works for the NYSPI, just on a study that doesn't make potential participants crazy the way this one does. anyway, i just got this piece of info from her:
this whole thing is to see if i am accepted into the stupid study. but i get the treatment for free, whether or not i'm accepted, as a token of their appreciation of my participation in their retraumitizing me.
it would have been nice if they told me that when they started evaluating me. it would have been a lot simpler, and caused me a lot less pain. now i just gotta figure out-if they don't accept me for the study, do i get to keep my therapist that i like, even though they're treating me? can i keep going to her, to get over the trauma of the evaluation?
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
so they called me today. joy to the world!!
HR: hellooo, this is HR caaawling on beehayf of dr. m from the uh study uh at the uh Neew York Staaate Psychiatrriiic In-sti-tooot aynd Columbeeeaa Yoo-nii-ver-siity. uh, dr uh m would liiike to meet with yooo for a final uh evaluation on uh tyooosday at uh noon that's uh twelve. would that uh work for you?
LS: i have to check with my parents and get back to you. (yes friends, little sheep checks with her parents about these things. because little sheep is a scaredy cat)
HR: ok, uh, so, uh, you caaawwll me back and let me un know if its uh good for yoooou. and uh, if i don't pick up, uh, leave me a uh message that it uh works for yooou to uh, come at uh, twelve on tyooosday. and uh, if it, uh, doesn't work for yooou, uh, yoooou will uh, say that.
this was NOT a call to tell me that i was accepted. it was a call to tell me that they need to evaluate me AGAIN! what are they gaining from this, exactly?
oh, and by the way, this one is with a man. again. yay. (a new man...well, new to me, anyway)
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
haven't been feeling very expressive lately. just wanted to tell everyone that 1) i did not get an answer from the study 2) i did not decide if i'm giving up on it and 3) i'm leaning towards forgetting about the study, telling them to get lives and come up with a quicker process, and just go on to other things in life, cuz they're really getting to me!
hope that answers everyone's questions. if you have any more, please let me know!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
the day you wait for all week.
the day of rest, calm, and peace.
my weekly descent
into a dark, dank prison cell
with no one to talk to
when things don't go well.
no phone calls.
no emails, no IM,
this is resting?
this is peace?
more like "go ahead,
hurt yourself please!"
no system of support
to help me deal with the pain,
or at least no system
halachically permissable anyway.
and so, i hurt, sleep and wake
get up and put on a smile so fake
eat a lovely shabbos meal
then back to bed with the pain i feel.
the day i dread all week.
relief from its pain i seek.
the cycle of pain...
i'm in pain.
my body is reliving pains-
unless the pains are not related
but to imagination.
no way to know
which is true.
so i hurt myself.
nothing takes away the pain
the way self-injury does.
i push myself harder and harder
to hurt myself more and more
so the pain should go away...
but it hurts
to hurt myself.
so i stop hurting.
if i'm not hurting myself,
why am i in
what is this hurt
that won't go away?
i've got to make it stop...
what can i do to take away
well, if i hurt myself,
It can't hurt me.
so i hurt myself.
more than before.
and fantasize about
all the other ways
i can hurt myself
and cause myself pain
things i've never done
but causing myself pain...
i must stop...
if i stop hurting myself again,
It will come back
and hurt me.
but if i continue to hurt myself
then i'll still be in pain.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
It's hurting me a lot.
i just want it to stop.
tried so hard this shabbos to have a good time
(there were minutes here and there when i felt fine)
but the pain just overtakes me
It continues to hurt me
and once It starts to do Its thing
i'm not stopped by anything
and i hurt.
i hurt me.
and It leaves.
for just a few minutes,
until i stop,
but It comes right back again.
i just want it to stop.
tried so hard this shabbos to have a good time
(there were minutes here and there when i felt fine)
but the pain just overtakes me
It continues to hurt me
and once It starts to do Its thing
i'm not stopped by anything
and i hurt.
i hurt me.
and It leaves.
for just a few minutes,
until i stop,
but It comes right back again.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
ok, you read my proposal, now here's the final update! "all us sheffelech" is up, and it's for survivors only...anyone who is interested in reading it (it's a by invitation only blog) and posting on it, can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and if you fit the criteria, you'll get an invite! can't wait to hear from my fellow survivors!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
just a quick note to tell everyone that i survived part 3. now is the real waiting time. dr. b didn't know when they were going to sit down and meet about me ("could be vee vill meet today, mebee vee vill meet tomorrow, so h vill call you to tell you eezer tomorrow or next veek. eef you vill be in ze stady, you vill come egen probably efter next veek.") so of course, there's no way to know.
but i survived! i really did! and i didn't panic even once...
always all alone.
with my tears
with my fears
with my brain
with my pain
nothing calms me
when i'm alone
my silent phone
(don't get me wrong
at this hour
i don't really expect calls
i'm just feeling sour!)
music plays soft
i love it, and yet
it grates on my nerves
so long after sunset
6 1/2 hours 'til
i'm still up-
sleep...that elusive dream...
let me sleep! i wanna scream!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Kind, kind friends
I need your help
Let's pray together
Let's all yelp
My pains too great
Please, God, the One Above
Let me come back
Earth is no place for me
All i see here is tragedy
Someone come take me away
Everything gets harder day by day
GOD, please, they say You understand!
GOD, please, it's getting out of hand!
GOD, please? please?
there are two ways to know
if i'm feeling really sad
if i think everything is awful,
and scary, sick and bad:
if i get really quiet,
and do not write for days...
or when you see me
the writing crazy way
when life is doing really well,
and everything is fine
you won't catch me at a keyboard
typing out a rhyme
so it should come as no surprise
if you hear i'm locked up, or dead
with all the sick and messed up thoughts
running through my head.
i'm sorry everyone.
(p.s. i'm not making any plans to disappear yet.
just feeling very, very low and hopeless.
i'm trying not to let it come down to death,
but there's no telling how (un)successful i'll be)
feet in a pretzel
i sit on my heel
trying to get rid of
the pain i feel
i open my mouth
the order i say
telling the pain
why should it listen
to little old me?
just cuz this
is my body?
my hand grips the mattress
i try hard to breathe
but the pain just goes further,
Go Away Pain!
Get Out Of Here!
why don't you **** off?
i can't any longer
it's getting too hard
the pain in my body
my mind, and my heart
enough with you!
good riddance! goodbye!
(why doesn't this work
however hard i try?)
i don't wanna go
to the institute tomorrow
wanna lie down in my bed
curled up under my covers instead
not that anyone is really giving me a choice.
why can't i just listen to my shaking inner voice?
it's telling me to run away, to hide,
fears exploding from deep inside
what can they really do for me?
NOTHING! NOTHING! don't they see?!
don't they see the pain exploding?
don't they see my brain's imploding?
no longer can i take the pain
driving me so mad, insane
head is spinning, keeps on whirling,
round and round my thoughts are swirling
heart says "bite!"
brain says "fight!
ignore those urges with all your might!"
images appear in flashes
this is me before all crashes
in the morning will i wake?
put on a smile, bright and fake?
or will i refuse to rise,
till mother threatens, "otherwise..."
i know what i need right this second. and there's no way i'm gonna be able to get it. not while i'm holed up in my house, away from...everyone.
and so, i'm stuck. i will continue to suffer...alone.
i'm a little slow at getting to it, i know.
that's cuz i'm a little nervous to post about it.
so i only intend to leave this up for 24 hours.
get your comments in...fast!
mumbai hit a little close to home. i know relatives of one of those killed, and let's just say they were taking it more than a little hard. my family was getting practically a minute by minute update on what was going on. somber...doesn't begin to describe the mood, the atmosphere.
and then...there's little sheep. i'm about to shatter any perception you may have of me (if there are any readers left who have such a perception anyhow) as a stable minded, intelligent, strong individual.
little sheep stares at her ceiling and says "wow. they're so lucky. off to a better place...a better world. they have no questions. they see why this is good. they don't need to worry about where the next blow will come from. they're so lucky...why don't these things happen to me?"
so now you have it folks.
"Little Sheep Finds Something New To Be Jealous Of! Victims Of Terror In Mumbai!"
and you all tell me i'm strong, courageous, and loveable?
yelling at me is fine. just don't yell too loud. you might wake up the dead!
well, i'm not so scared anymore...
thanks everyone. maybe i will keep this up...(shef i and aba/ema of 4...extra thanks to you!!!!)
Monday, December 1, 2008
a whole speech about marriage.
why am i here?
the thoughts going through my head...
it's definitely a "where's the log off button on my brain?" moment.
it's hurting a lot.
it hurts everywhere....my whole body! make it go away...
i don't want to hear this.
i don't want to hear about yaakov spending 14 years in shem ve'ever...on torah marriage classes.
i don't want to hear about how yaakov hadn't yet fulfilled the mitzvah of p'ru u'revu.
i don't want to hear about how many hours of kallah classes is considered a lot.
maybe in a few years.
take me away!
my body is going haywire. i can't deal with the pain!
i thinkn i really need to read "recreating yourself" and teach myself how to consciously dissociate. cuz i can't stay here anymore.
don't talk to me about yaakov meeting rochel. NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!
i don't want to hear this! NOT NOW! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
PLEASE NO! NOT NOW! I CAN'T HEAR THIS! NOT NOW! please...please...please take me away. please...please...please stop. i can't listen. no more. i'm gonna focus only on my writing. what should i write about? i can't even think about anything but what's going on around me. my brain is such a mush i can't focus.
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
i will not let myself panic. they're just words. i will not let myself panic. they're just words. i will not let myself panic. they're just words. i will not let myself panic. they're just words. i will not let myself panic. they're just words.
for goodness sakes! he's talking about something that happened more than 3000 years ago! why is it affecting me so much?!
STOP! PLEASE STOP!
why now rabbi? why now?
remind me next week. maybe i shouldn't come.
sometimes i wonder-
which is the real me?
is it the me who
laughs with you so normally?
or is it the me
who lies in bed staring
and wondering when
it'll finally be morning?
is it the me who
talks about futures full of hope?
or is it the me who
tries to breathe...but chokes?
really, they're all me, but none are me.
when i laugh with you...the pain leaves. for just a few seconds. but when the joke's over, the laughters gone. i remember once in high school, one of my friends got annoyed at me, sat down right next to me and started straight into my eyes. (don't try this at home...) "smile!" she ordered. somehow, for a few short lived seconds, i saw the humor in it, and i did smile. but i also remember the choked back sob when the smile faded and she said "don't stop!" but it was too late-the smile was gone...
the physical sun rises and sets daily, and yet, every night (see what time i'm writing this?) i lie in bed and stare at all my inspirational signs and posters (which don't seem to be doing their jobs...) and wonder, will my morning ever come?
hope? what's that?
and breathing...i try that all the time. i'm not usually very successful at relaxed breathing
so really, if you think about it, who is the real me?
Sunday, November 30, 2008
it's almost one in the morning.
i lie in bed and hurt.
the unfortunate thing about not needing
a knife, scissor, razor or match
to hurt myself
is that i can do it
almost any time
almost any place.
because my "weapons"
are always with me.
no one can take away
my cut short fingernails.
i stare at the birthday poster
from my "little sisters"...
and i hurt.
i flip over to see all my
signs, quotes, and pictures from my friends...
and i hurt.
i look at the signs above my head
telling me to "have faith," reminding me of my value...
and i hurt.
i think about how dumb it is
that i cause myself more pain,
as though i don't have enough already...
and i hurt.
does it ever end?
no, don't expect one every single day! but anyway, here's my question...
what does it feel like to be happy? not a minute here and there. happy like usually your happy, but sometimes something gets you down, rather than the other way around.
abraham lincoln once said "most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be." which technically speaking is probably true. and it makes a nice quote and a pretty poster (thanks mary engelbreit and TCM!). but if one makes up her mind to be happy, and doesn't really know what happiness feels like, how can she be happy?
man, way too analytical for this hour of the night...er, morning! but i do really want answers, kinda...
Thursday, November 27, 2008
well, this questionnaire is teaching me something new...
i'm so good! see, all those questions about when i was a kid...out of 15 questions, only 2 were "yes!"
so why do i feel so stupid, instead of good? maybe because i think it's the dumbest thing in the universe to torture me with all of this...i mean, was i supposed to be a terrible person? was i supposed to be mean, and nasty, and destructive?
first, i circled "no" by the question "did you lie a lot or con other people?" but then my friend told me that my lying couldn't have started just now, so if i'm a liar now, i was a liar then. thanks...thanks a lot. so i changed my answer.
i'm finally almost done. i'm left with 2 questions. well, on paper anyhow. 2 questions and at least one more hour of evaluation. which means at least another 3 hours travelling time, before they even decide if i fit the criteria for the study. i've already spent 16 hours on it-and that's without counting the time i spent on the questionnaire, or the time i spent worrying, and panicking...
and they can still say no.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
so i just read my emails asking how today went...thanks everyone!
here's what it was like:
(bear in mind though, that this thing was three hours long, i was on less than 5 hours of sleep, and i have a poor short term memory!)
dr. b: zo, i vill esk you kveshtins, and you vill try to enser. first, vee vill talk a leetle ebout ze trama, and zen vee vill talk ebout every ozer mental hells problem you and your entire femily ever hed.
me: (whispering) um...ok.
dr. b: zo, you ver molested. vood you prefer i say "ze molestation" or "ze event?" oh, you don't know? ok, zo vee vill say "ze event." how old you ver ven "ze event" heppened?
me: um...nobody knows for sure when it started. it stopped when i was twelve. (see what nice big sentences i used?)
dr. b: ok. try to remember for me ven you ferst started heving symptoms.
me: (blank look. shrug.) dunno
dr. b: vell, did you ever go for ze treatment for zees problem.
me: yeah. a lot.
dr b: ok, vell, ven did you go and vat heppened? (flips a few pages in the booklet she's been reading out of. finds the page that has lots of long and short lines for recording all this info...)
me: first i went to _____ when i was ten, then i went to dr. _____, also when i was ten. then i stopped going to her when i was thirteen, and when i was.... (i'll spare you the details. i'm sure you don't want to know about all 8 therapists and 2 pdocs and my hospitalization)
dr. b: ok. now i vill esk you some kveshtins ebout how you reacted to "ze event." (this part was a general repeat of last weeks evaluation. of course, she doesn't ask me "do you have OCD? do you have schizophrenia?" or anything like that. only round-about questions to make me crazy. for some examples, see last weeks post about my first evaluation. the only basic difference was that she asked me about dying a few less times. and...)
dr. b: vy do you speak in such a kvy-it voice? did you alvays speak so kvy-it? vat vould heppen if i pressure you to raise you voice?
me: dunno. dunno. dunno.
dr. b: don't vorry. i vill not pressure you. ok, all ze kveshtins i esked you before vas ebout ze lest veek. next vee vill do ze kveshtins ebout zee lest mons, end ze rest of your history from ze day you vere born until today. if you feel uncomfortable, you vill tell me.
me: hesitant nod. (oh man. i am SUCH a liar!!)
dr. b: (asks a million in depth questions, reading from a three inch booklet and taking notes. the only thing i can really see, due to my poor vision, is that the upper left corner of each page says DSM-IV (two unknown letters). and that every time she flips around, it's cuz i answered a "kveshtin" in a way that makes her beloved booklet tell her to ask me an extra dozen questions.)
me: dunno. um...possibly. nod. shake head. basically. a little. sometimes. a lot. maybe. dunno. i don't know. um...shake shake shiver.
(finally, it's 1:00!)
dr. b: ok. vee ar done vis dis booklet. next veek vee vill feeneesh. eet vill be for von ahver. ok. you vill please fill out dis kveshtin booklet, end bring eet vis you ven you vill come bek. if you not sure ebout zee kveshtin, you vill circle eet.
obviously, this is not the complete event...i couldn't remember half of it. but now i have this dumb booklet full of analyzing questions to fill out...and most of it sounds exactly like what she asked me today...some examples:
are you often grumpy and likely to get into arguments?
have other people told you that you are stubborn or rigid?
do you often feel guilty about things you have or haven't done?
do you often put yourself down?
dyo you keep thinking about bad things that have happened in the past or worry about bad things that might happen in the future?
have you had personal experiences with the supernatural?
is it NOT important to you whether you have any close relationships? (what kind of question is that? do they mean 'is it important to you whethere you have any close relationships?' and they just wanna confuse me by asking it backwards, or there is something to it that i'm missing?)
do you often think that object or shadows are really people or animals or that noises are actually peoples voices?
have you been told that you have too high an opinion of yourself?
could you be content without ever being sexually involved with anyone?
do you flirt a lot?
are you not really interested in other peoples problems or feelings?
have you often become frantic when you thought that someone you really cared about is was going to leave you?
have you tried to hurt or kill yourself or threatened to do so?
have you ever cut, burned, or scratched yourself on purpose?
ok, here's the part that is the most fun:
before you were 15, would you/did you...
rob, mug or forcibly take something from someone by threatening him/her?
torture or hurt animals on purpose?
deliberately torture someone or cause someone physical pain and suffering?
force someone to have sex with you, get undressed, or touch you sexually?
threaten someone with a weapon?
destroy things that weren't yours?
break into houses, buildings, or cars?
lie a lot or con other people?
sometimes steal or shoplift things, or forge someones signature?
run away and stay away overnight?
honestly, who in their right minds would answer half those questions honestly? not that i did any of those things...but still!!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
did i say that second evaluation is two hours? well, i was wrong...
why would an evaluation be only two hours long?
two hours wouldn't be nearly enough time, for something i abhor
they'll need at least three hours, possibly four...
at least this time when she scheduled me for an inconvenient day,
she got to move me up, from wednesday to tuesday!
next evaluation is a three hour psychological evaluation. and i thought one hour was bad...oh well, at least this time i get to speak to a lady...if i can speak at all!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
i need to go someplace very far away
but i know i won't be getting there today
he's hurting me.
i know this is not real.
it's not happening now.
in fact, this...this...feeling
that i'm having right now,
i don't think it was ever real.
but it hurts.
i'm trying...i'm trying so hard.
why doesn't it go away?
why won't it leave me?
i'm doing everything i can
to make it go away.
but it won't.
maybe...maybe some of the answers i gave today weren't true.
maybe i'm deluding myself.
maybe i really do have serious mental health issues.
besides for the ones i admit to (depression, ptsd, suicidal thoughts, SI)
maybe i'm just a big, fat liar.
maybe they shouldn't be leaving me here
in my house
with my thoughts.
maybe i should be locked away
i can't anymore...
i can't keep doing this...
where's the log off button on my brain?
today was the first part of my evaluation. yay. a very exciting event...basically, this is what it was like:
"do you ever feel suicidal?
do you ever feel like you need to wash your hands a million times?
it's difficult to hear you, can you speak up a bit?
do you want to die?
have you ever been through any truama?
do you ever want to kill yourself?
can you try to talk in a louder voice please?
do you hear voices in your head?
do you ever hurt yourself? how?
do you ever feel like dying?
do you ever see things that other people don't see?
you'll have to speak up a little i can't hear you.
are you very anxious?
do you ever try killing yourself?
do you ever feel depressed?
do you feel like killing yourself now?
do you ever feel your heart racing and have trouble breathing?
have you ever been admitted to a psychiatric hospital?
do you avoid things because of your trauma? what?
i'm having trouble hearing you. can you speak a little louder?
are you on any medications?
have you ever been in therapy?
can you speak up, i can't hear you.
do you want to die?..."
no, it's you i wanna kill, idiot!!
seriously though, that's basically what the conversation was like. 45 minutes!!
and i have to go for a two hour psychological evaluation next week. at least that one's with a lady...
and get this:
for next weeks evaluation, i need to be completely off of all medications. why?
because the anti-anxiety medication i'm on that's not making me less anxious, and the sleep meds i'm on that are not making me fall asleep may actually randomly start working next week wednesday, at 11:00, which would make me less anxious and tired, and therefore make the lady doing my evaluation unable to see me extremely anxious and displaying all my ptsd symptoms, which are a requirement for the study.
makes a lot of sense, right?
well, i made it out alive...thanks everyone!
Monday, November 17, 2008
you may have noticed the booklist on the left side of my blog. one of the books listed is "getting through the day" by nancy j. napier. i said i find it quite helpful.
woah. i'm such a liar.
i'm reading the book. the ideas in it would probably be very helpful...if i could just figure out how to put them into practice! here's an example:
"using whatever relaxation, guided imagery or self-hypnotic technique you like, take a moment, now, to close your eyes and settle yourself. Imagine, without demanding that any specific awareness or sensation arise, that your future self has come back in time to give you a healing experience about shame, to show you how it can feel as you move away from those old, familar shame responses of childhood. As you begin, recall a particular situation in which you felt a deep sense of shame. Notice how your body feels as you review the awful feelings, thoughts, and body sensations that accompany shame.
next, imagine that your future self is approaching from across time and space, moving through your iner world to where you are now. you may or may not "see" your future self. that doesn't matter. what is important is to allow yourself to sense that your future self is coming near.
when you feel that this has happened, imagine that you can step inside your future self so that, as in other exercises, it's as though your body were the body of your future self. allow yourself to suspend any disbelief for a few moments, and simply accept that you are sharing the sensations, thoughts, and feelings of your future self, whether or not you are conscious of them right now.
as you explore what you are experiencing as you blend your body with that of your future self, allow yourself to hold the expectation that the sensations related to shame that you experience in the body of your future self may be quite different from what you carry in your present-day body. it's helpful to call on your natural curiousity and let yourself be open to any subtle, new sensations that may come into your experience. tale a moment, now, just to be with whatever enters your awareness.
next, allow yourself to become aware of the state of mind and emotions fo your future self as they relate to your remembered shame. you might do this, at first, by imagining that you are seeing through the eyes of your future self, that you have access to the perspective part of you. give yourself plenty of time to pay attention to your inner experience, and simply take in any impressions that may come to you.
you may discover that your future self experiences shame in a very different way from how you currently do in your day-to-day life. for example, notice your body. how does it feel as the body of your future self, in all those places where the shame is hidden in your present day body? do you still want to hide? is there a sense of strength anywhere that you hadn't noticed before? what new feeling or sensation is particularly soothing or reassuring to you this time?
to help you know how it feels to move beyond your shame, take a moment to look at your present-day self through the eyes of your future self. it's important to remember that this wiser part of you no longer carries the conviction that you are basically flawed or that you have awful things about you that no one should ever discover. can you sense the self acceptance that your future self feels? is there a sensation somewhere in your body that conveys the quality of feeling good about yourself? just continue to be curious and to realize that it may take some time before you are able truly to accept a less shameful perspective of yourself.
now, give yourself a few minutes just to be with whatever you are experiencing, if that's all right with you. when you take this time just to be with the experience, you allow your present-day body to learn from the body of your future self how it feels to be free from the burden of shame. you allow your present-day self to learn how it is to feel good about yourself and to think well of yourself."
first of all, if my eyes had been closed, like she said to do in the first paragraph, how could i have read all of that?!
ok, that's just me being really...whatever. me, i guess. but seriously, how am i supposed to remember that whole sequence of instructions, and things to notice, and pay attention to? even after reading that twice and typing it once, i'm not really sure how to do it! i can't remember all that!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
no, i'm not about to talk about marriage. sorry, folks! that was just to catch your attention!
my friend posed a very interesting question last night. she asked me (here, i'll be quoting exact words from her text message) "why can't you tell people or people find out?" as usual, we were talking about my abuse, and how most people don't know about it. and it's not just me-most girls keep it very hidden, and few, if any people "officially" know any of their history. (i say "officially" cuz i know that there are people, like my above mentioned friend and many others, who figure it out on their own, but don't say anything until they're "officially" told)
here's my answer, and then i'll tell you what my proposal is, and hear all of you yell how i'm a nut!
(again, i'm basically quoting exactly what i told her. her response to the first part was "yup," and then we ended the conversation. it was only the middle of the night...) "cuz of the stupid society we live in. People don't want to see our pain.If they see our pain and hear our stories, they have to admit that all is not perfect, and that not all "frum" people are so great. They'd rather pretend it doesn't exist. It doesn't exist, there are just, nebach, some kids who get "turned off" of yiddishkeit, and try to get back at the frum world by making up stories...so we all sit in our little holes saying "oh yeah? there are other girls? where? you're just making it up to make me feel better" until we somehow meet up with each other by accident, which is really sad, cuz we can support each other...every person i know who was abused, molested, or raped, i met either by "accident" or anonymously online!"
again, before i make my proposal...realize, that i KNOW i'm being very stereotypical here. not everyone thinks that way. B"H, i am lucky to have a lot of wonderful people in my life who don't think that way. the point is though, that there is so much of that garbage out there, that we do have to keep it very secret, and we can't necessarily meet up with each other. i'm not saying that we should be broadcasting our histories all over the place. not everyone needs to know. but i think there is no logical reason why those of us who were abused/molested/raped should not get to know each other and support each other, without having to hide.
so, here's what i propose. every person who has responded to my blog knows at least one person (either me, or someone else!) who was hurt in this manner. why not let everyone gather here, and start a group of some sort, for FRUM girls/girls who grew up in frum homes-whatever they are up to now (i'm saying that specifically, not because i want to exclude anyone else, but because there is plenty of support out there for people who don't have the added issues of yiddishkeit to deal with)?
what do you all think? will you help me in this? (and if you think that i may know someone who you would send here, email me and i'll tell you how to deal with it. obviously, don't give any identifying information about the other person, but i do want to deal with it slightly differently...not because they may figure out who i am, but because if i figure out who they are and they don't want me to, it could be disasterous!) please respond folks!
just wanted to add, after getting an email in response to this: i am NOT at the moment talking about a face-to-face group. temporarily, it would be through my blog, and we'd take it from there...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Its hurting so much...
the urges getting tough...
need help in a rush...
my willpower's not enough!
and i failed again.
within ten minutes of writing this poem
i had hurt myself again.
so much for my very firm statement this morning
"i MUST stop."
will i ever do anything right?
last week, you all know,
i had my phone interview
made an appointment for an eval
on Veterans day...too good to be true
here i am, the day before
a wonderful psych eval,
waiting to get
a confirmation call...
instead what i got
is an apology
the clinic's not open tomorrow,
don't you see!
so all the waiting, all the nerves,
i had, are for naught...
another whole week of waiting
that's all that i got!
you heard right friends! after all my nerves this past week, about going to the city and meeting with a-gulp-male psychiatrist, about starting something new...the dear lady who made my appointment forgot that the clinic is closed on Veterans day. so i have to keep my frayed nerves all together for another whole week...so, if you were planning to pray for my success at this evaluation on the eleventh, you can change the date to the eighteenth!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
He showed me
waiting to see
for so long...
when i needed
to hold me
and hug me
watch over me
when i cried
He sent her.
i hadn't seen her
since her wedding
just when i needed
to be in the neighborhood,
and her husband
to want a
from his sister
a few blocks
dropped her off,
and for half an hour,
she sat with me
and let me
curled up in bed
with my head
in her lap.
could that be
Saturday, November 8, 2008
anonymous, this is for you. i hope you find it helpful. still awaiting your email though... these are some responses that people have gotten to their stories that have been found to be helpful towards healing, and that they considered supportive. (taken from pandy's) every person is different though, and what some people find helpful and supportive, others may find offensive, and even destructive. a lot of them are repeats, but i put them anyway, so people can see different responses. i also tried not to change the formatting too much, and did not change any words, which is why some things are in quotes, and some not. the best thing to do is ask...
He ASKED me if it was ok to give me a hug. You know what? That was perfect! I really needed a hug!
And, all he repeated over and over was it wasn't my fault.
I want someone to make it easy for me and ask me questions, and if I'm not ready to answer them to make it clear I can speak to them about it freely.
I need my space so I guess holding my hand would be comforting without invading my personal space too much.
I believe you.
It wasn't your fault.
You are safe in here.
"Do you want us to go beat them up?"
Bottom line, I need a hug. Not just a fast little one, either. I need someone to hold my hand or hug me and not let go.
What always helped me was KNOWING the other person actually believed me. no one in my family takes me seriously OR talks about anything and it was very very nice and a relief to finally be believed.
If they would LET me talk- not interrupting, interrogating, or dismissing me in any way (pooh-poohing, changing the subject, walking/turning away, etc.).telling me that it is OK to talk always helps. letting me know i can say what i need to helps as well.
"The way you reacted and continue to react to what happened to you is perfectly normal and actually common."
They were wrong
You're not tainted
You don't "ask for it".
I love you
You're a good person
I am so *angry* at them. How dare they?
Most of the time, I really want to be held.
That I'm still the same girl, that nothing's changed...
I want to be able to tell someone without feeling ashamed or embarrassed.
I want them to understand mostly.
"You didn't fight back, but that doesn't mean you wanted it to happen."
"Here's some chocolate."
I'm here for you.
I will listen and believe.
"I admire you for still getting up every morning."
"Thank you for trusting me to tell me this important piece of your life."
"We will get through this."
"I can't imagine how hard this must be for you."
"I can see you're hurting very badly."
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to but if you ever need someone to listen, I'm right here."
"What can I do to make you feel safe?"
"There's nothing you can tell me that will ever change my respect for you or make me stop caring about you."
"You have every right to be enraged."
I would like to hear "that is rape- this happened to you."
I want to be validated, I do not want it minimized in anyway.
I would want someone to say they were sorry, and be 100% genuine about it.
Personally I would like a hug and to be told "It's going to be okay. I'm here for you"
"I'm absolutely in awe right now of how strong you are that that you went through what you went through, that you survived it and that you're even functional now."
"I am sorry".
"You know I love you and you don't have to tell me, but I feel something is wrong ... I can feel your pain" And so emotional me started to cry and she just held me close to her. Eventhough I couldn't tell her anything that evening it was still the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.
I just am tired of phrases like "getting better", when there was never anything wrong with me in the first place.
Acceptance of what I tell them, without them requiring that I go into graphic details to explain myself.
Something along the lines of: "He had no right to do that to you. He had to have known he was hurting you. You didn't do anything wrong."
My roommate told her boyfriend (since we were in a setting where she thought I might be badly triggered) that I had had something bad happen to me and didn't trust boys and was triggered by certain things. He spent the whole night quietly standing guard over me while I interacted with his close friends without ever being asked, and backed off any time I said it was okay.
i want someone to believe me, say its not my fault, that it was wrong, and im not damaged goods because of it a hug would be nice too
"Nothing is wrong with you. The fact that you're talking at all is impressive."
i think the best response i ever got, was after a year of hinting about my past to one of my friends, i told her someone else's story, and she responded by saying, "sweetie, i'll be over in 5 minutes," and just came and sat with me while i cried.
My dad hugged me. He cried too--it was the first time I saw him cry and I'm still mad at my ex for making my daddy cry.
"That's not okay, that's sexual assault and it happens to a lot of girls."
a hug, because otherwise I feel that i'm too dirty to be touched.
to be believed
to not be asked any questions about it, just what they can do
Someone to watch over me or guard me.
I need to hear "It matters what happened to you, it really WAS that bad, and you don't need to feel guilty about any of it or how your life has been even after it was over."
Don't need to be 'fixed', need to be listened to, respected, understood, and heard with empathy and compassion.
I want them to tell me I can talk or not talk about it whenever I want. And I want to be reassured I can still have a fulfilling and normal life.
Being heard not just listened to.
Not getting what I call THE LOOK. I get it when people ask what's wrong and I tell them I'm dealing with child abuse issues.
Being asked what I need.
I don't know, but I want to be believed and validated. And if it is someone supportive, I dont' want them to suddenly leave (either emotionally or physically, like move away across the country or something).
One of my friends texted this to me after we were texted about stuff. Even though I didn't tell everything, it still meant alot. I love her (in a nice friendly way! lol) Love you too! What happened kiddo? I just want to know your safe. I just want to protect you and I feel like I fail miseraly at it. I'm mad at me.
You are not a victim, you're a survivor
What happened is a chapter of your history not the definition of you
I'm proud of you
i want to hear that they forgive me, even if it wasnt my fault. thats what i want to hear. im sick of people telling me it wasnt my fault... i know that... but it doesnt help me at all. it still feels like it was 90% of the time.
I don't particularly want sympathy about what a horrific ordeal because I know much worse stuff could have happened and i'm lucky it wasn't worse in my situation but I guess I still just want to be validated that it wasn't my fault.
came home that night after therapy and told my spouse he didn't say a word he just cried and then he held me in his arms all night
you did not deserve to be treated that way
hugs would be nice, to... I wish people would offer to hold me once in awhile, then maybe I could feel safe to cry.
I'd like to hear: We can track them down, make them confess, and then we'll give them the maximum sentence and send them to jail for the rest of their miserable lives. Ok, seriously though. I would just like to hear that they were wrong and what they did was evil... that it's not my fault and that I truly can heal.
I'd like people to listen to me if I tell them...I want to be validated for how I'm feeling. I want to be cared for. I want to be treated like a human being after I tell, not a freak. I want people to still see me as ME...and not just my past.
It's not your fault. You are safe here. Your reactions are normal; there are no rules for how you should feel, how you should act and when you should react.
It depends on how safe I feel around some. But a good, solid hug while they tell me that they're there for me helps so much.
At this point, all that I want is for them not to say something lame. I don't expect people to get it or to help heal my wounds but I do want some depth from them. A simple 'wow' with a look of concern is fine... just as I would for them if they told me something horrible that happened to them, serious or just unfortunate.
I try not to expect things from people and to be self-efficient. It's easier that way. And also, it feels good to be able to depend on myself.
the sad thing is, that this is basically the ENTIRE thread on good responses. i was able to copy and past almost the whole thing. the thread on phrases that should be banned on the other hand, was so long, i couldn't go through the whole thing!