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What was it that caused your wall to crumble around a suppressed memory?
Mine was a dream of an 'adult kiss'. It suddenly brought back the memory and feeling of that having happened as a child. It took me right back there in a 3D way... |
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Seeing something my kids did reminded me of something my brother did to me when we were little.
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If a technique worked, please share. I find it very frustrating. One of the things I work on is memories of my sister's attempted suicide and hospitalization and I remember so little of those years. Another thing is my memories of childhood and I can barely remember anything before going to elementary school. I have tried looking at pictures, but that did not help much. I almost need to remember feelings, not actual memories, if that makes any sense.
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The only thing like that that has happened so far was a flashback caused by the flicker of the moon through my window. I stopped it after only a few seconds, so I don't know what the flashback would have been about, but for about 5 seconds, I was a child living in the house that I didn't up until that point remember anything about. I knew I had lived there, but I had absolutely no recollection of what anything looked like, the layout, nothing, until the flashback. Now I remember some of what the house looked like, but still no actual traumatic memories yet.
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Yes, I don't know that there is a technique as such. I had a weird momentary feeling, very much in my body (during foreplay
![]() ![]() Then, I just 'knew'. No more flashbacks or anything, but the gap of not knowing was gone, if that makes sense. Weird. My t says it is because I am allowing myself to tiptoe around stuff in therapy, and it brings it nearer our conscious awareness. So maybe looking AROUND that time, rather than digging specifically for certain memories, is helpful. |
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I had a piece of a memory come back recently, but I can't remember exactly what triggered it....there are situations going on in my present day that seem to touch on it and that's part of it. I do notice that changes in seasons and things like the way the sun hits the ground or leaves falling seems to do something for me.
My walls are tall and firm. T sometimes asks me to try to speak from it or from what's behind it.....I dunno. |
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My walls were firmly in place for over 25 yrs. two yrs ago they just crumbled in my T office & I felt like I was regurgitating a separate part of my life. It's caused nothing but problems ever since. Now I've been trying to put that wall back in place & try & move on. It's really caused nothing but major problems. I wish it never came up.
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"Doubt is like dye. Once it spreads into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain." Jodi Picoult |
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The birth of my second child over 20 years ago opened the floodgates.
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I get little bits and pieces and weird things trigger those pieces. Often I have dreams that I wake up knowing are things that really happened. Once someone sent me an email of sheets that had triggered memories for them and it triggered memories for me as well. Sometimes it is a smell.
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For me it was going off to college. Between the stress of being away from my mom for the first time and going to a party one evening and having too much alcohol. I put myself into a situation with an intoxicated friend because a little sexually aggressive. Fortunately, I got out of the situation and nothing ever happened like ti again. However, the emotional damage was done
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I wake up sometimes in fits of panic and for a while the feelings seem very real, but they sort of sink into the background. It seems I either remember the content of dreams or the feeling of them but never both
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