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Good thread!
A few.
I strongly resonate with Nammu's reading. I immersed myself in books when I was a child and teen...I "lived" the characters. And I still use reading as a way to cope, and because I just enjoy reading so much.
Dissociation.
When I was 15, 16 my mom had scripts for huge bottles of valium that she never took (which was unfortunate). "Mother's Little Helper", as they were called. She didn't use them, but I did, sometimes up to 9mg at a time. My mom never noticed the missing bottles. I occasionally smoked pot, but actually, not all that much. It was weak back then (but it did smell so nice, not that gross skunky smell like today).
Then a teacher of mine and his wife took me to a TM class. I was 17. I learned about meditation and the importance of good breathing skills.
Actually, also during my later childhood/teen years I attended services at the Vedanta Center, which is a type of Hinduism. My terribly abusive step-father was Indian and Hindu. At Vedanta I learned a great deal about meditation.
Those were my very early coping skills. I won't label them good or bad, they just were.
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Last edited by *Beth*; May 02, 2022 at 06:46 PM.
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