Oh My, But It’s Been a Long Time …

Right? Since September of 2016, since I blogged. Well, I haven’t felt like it, I suppose, and I FB and Tweet and now Instagram, right? and I say, right? all the time? omg.

Silly me, for real. But I did want to let you know of an important development psychologically that happened week before last. I was just telling a dear friend about it while we were hiking in the Summer rain, at Radnor Lake. It was so perfect and refreshing, and invigorating. Just like healing can be. So.

With multiple personalities, they don’t go away on me. Just like jumping when I hear just about any noise at all, the PTSD doesn’t go away, either.

The personalities in the past come up and have like, tapped me on the shoulder, with intense feelings and memories, and I’ve let them in. I’ve tried various ways of responding to them, and other alters (personalities) will come up and respond as well, positively, negatively, etc.

So it’s a lot to manage, and respond to, etc. I’ve likened it to managing a playroom, since so many of the alters are children, literally, stuck in a wartime of abuse, in the 1960s or 70s. They can’t help it, so I’ve been largely compassionate, and … well, managing them. Observing everything to the best of my ability, trying not to get engaged overly in the past, but trying to let the feelings come up and out, let things go as much as possible.

That has worked well for like, ten years or more. As I’ve figured that out. But then something clicked the other day. I realized how much I and a few Motherly alters were trying to control things all the time, and how control wasn’t necessarily what I needed and/or wanted anymore/all the time. There are a series of masks that go on all the time that are associated with that level of incredible control, politeness at all times, no really everything’s all right, smiling when things hurt. Not being real. Learned behaviors that are very very old and cultural. Politeness is a virtue that goes very deep. Sharing your pain, it all depends. Mostly, it’s better to be stoic at all times.

But this was a different approach. More like being at home among my selves at all times. They didn’t have to come up to me, because I went down to them, down in the dark where I’ve made them stay down, where they’ve had to live, all this time. It was almost a political shift, personally. Internally. To allow them to be, for me to be with them, finally. To accept. To be among them.

Honestly, it’s literally like sharing space in a crowded room. Not much room at all, and some are irritable. Most are hurting about one thing or another, and I don’t blame them. There is a lot to process still. Who am I? A host of some sort. ? It gets confusing when I ask that question, and it makes me laugh.

I am fragments, pieces. but I do okay. I’m learning how to be with my selves on a day to day basis, lately. it’s much more challenging, but I’m more more capable of feeling things that are real. I might tell you I just had a flashback, or a memory, or an old feeling that doesn’t relate to now, because I can’t change those things about me. But the good news is that what is happening in my now is good.

I’m happy at home, I have a garden, and am in a healthy relationship. I’m learning about love, healing, art therapy and volunteering. I’m beginning to work a little to see if I can handle it, and it seems to be okay, but it’s the unknown, so it’s scary. I feel like I’m ready to fly from the nest, but I’m unsure.

This is the nature of disability. I’m living with it. I’m trying to heal and get beyond my limitations, but I’m not really sure how it works. I will need coaching and support going forward, a healthy support network. I am blessed to be where I am, and wanted to share with you all, that I am in a good place, a safe place. πŸ™‚

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2 Responses to Oh My, But It’s Been a Long Time …

  1. Victoria COLEMAN says:

    Oh dear Amy, it has been a long, oh so long time since I have responded, communicated, with anybody. Your description throughout this blog was so chronological for me to follow. πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ Yes! My thought processes have been askew throughout the last few years. There are too many details involved to attempt to address now. What matters the most to me is that you are in a “good place” within your inner self at present, and that is what matters most. 😌

    The past two months have been an suspended existence of “frozen brain” for me. My precious granddaughter, Brooke, was struck while riding her bicycle by an 86 yr. old woman in Ohio. She suffered Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) was in a coma for about a month, and is now going through aggressive rehabilitation, physical, cognitive, speech, etc. She is a 14 yrs. old (young), artistic, amazing young lady. Patience throughout the healing process, minutes, days, years! She is a treasure in my heart, and I can only embrace and cherish, the being she is throughout time. Wonderful memories of her sweet loving spirit until this tragedy. The aftermath grieving process for our family progresses, as the specialists have indicated the unknowns for the future, since many areas of her brain and body were affected. She is going to be learning to read, write, think, walk, talk. I will support her throughout time covered in prayer. Peace.

    Amy, I am so thankful to hear from you, and am encouraged by knowing the intricately deep person you are….and you continue to press on in, through, and beyond the mists you encounter.

    Simply being,

    Vicki

    🌴 Flourishing

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