I’ve been reading but life ...
Veryhurt-
I’ve been out of ouch - do you have an IC, it helps. Ashesis full of great help, so everything she said!
Lionne -we will miss you - and as a great find named Lionne has said to me “self care self care self care!”
Dogs - how are you? I went away for my first DD, sat out side most nights and cried quietly. The weather was beautiful and the deer got so used to me they’d walk right up to my patio - one foe had twins, and eventually adopted a third fawn. So it was me, mom, the twins and junior ... and occasionally my son in law sitting off in the distance keeping an eye on me. Quietly in the dark. I stayed gone for the 6 weeks of his A, it was the most horrible and painful thing. I hope you are as okay as you can be
Veryhurt & Shocked - get a counselor for You. That’s finally helped me. Now I may not know if he’s ever going to be truthful, but I’m beginning to trust me to deal with lies, to know when their are lies
For me, recap, we sold our Victorian house in 4 days, leased an unbuilt smart home and I tried new ptsd meds, ended up in hospital - turned out I have a growth on my thyroid. The day our boxes were finally unloaded my daughter in another state developed preeclampsia and I flew to her.
Update - I’m home, after a month and a half, my thyroid is “not cancerous yet, but must be biopsied every six months”.
Baby boy, it got serious suddenly but all are healthy. I miss that joy now so much. I’m not a baby person, didn’t even attempt to hold him for two weeks . Honestly I was afraid he’d reject me - that’s the FOO PTSD / TT, mindfuckery of SA PTSD at work. But one day I heard the son in law cussing the dog and misunderstood (my FOO again) and felt absolute internal oh hell no protection of the baby boy- he saw my face and quickly said, I’m talking to the DOG! I told him leave the damn dog alone and said - oh my - I love that kid, picked him up and we were fine and happy. He’s a grumpy little old man, and loves my reading glasses, would stare at them for hours while we walked about.
As far as “my healing” and “our recovery” - he came to me at the daughters, we drove home together. I’ve been weirdly disconnected from real life, all this crap. Now I’m back - in a home filled with boxes - I’m wearing an old pair of his jeans cause I can’t find anything at all.
Reality hit last night. I have my first IC since early Nov today. It would be easy to cancel and head back to bed.
This house is weird - blowing AC versus cast iron silent rads. Shared wall (townhome) versus a stand-alone home. Living in the city versus out in the middle of no where.
I working on middle of year two - question - for those in recovery - what do you make of “she will just have to decide to trust you” his accountability guy and his IC have told him this, he’s repeated it to me. - it enrages me - I feel like it puts it on me, and also - it’s just not that easy.
Ok - I’m going to IC
All of you - ((hugs))