Hello all.
This morning, before a fairly serious meeting, I looked at facebook for a bit of positive diversion, but at the very top of the feed there was a photograph which should have sent me in a spiral.
In the past i've gone into anxious fits and have had meltdowns that wipe me out for weeks at a time. But for some reason I did not today.
I felt that spark of heat in my heart, but it was tiny and did not grow.
I checked a box to remove it from my feed, but it keeps popping up with many many people expressing love for the two people in the photo. Here's the kicker **trigger**: one of them ran away overseas to 'sow his oats' after I fell pregnant with his child. In utter grief I had a miscarriage. The other person found out this happened quite a while later, was utterly disgusted, showed me great care, and became my boyfriend, but he raped me repeatedly throughout the relationship.
The photo is of them two, holidaying in Amsterdam together, flashing the biggest grins while sharing a couple of beers.
I have blocked all contact with both these men, but sometimes things slip through.
As usual, some of my family members and 'friends' who know this has happened are among the people showering these guys with love.
This has happened before in smaller doses, but the utter absurdity of this has left me largely unmoved. This is surreal.
Separately, I have suffered immense grief from these things, and repeated ef's sinse for over six years. I'm not feeling good, but its strange to not feel the usual unbearable trauma.
That's all I can say right now.
This morning, before a fairly serious meeting, I looked at facebook for a bit of positive diversion, but at the very top of the feed there was a photograph which should have sent me in a spiral.
In the past i've gone into anxious fits and have had meltdowns that wipe me out for weeks at a time. But for some reason I did not today.
I felt that spark of heat in my heart, but it was tiny and did not grow.
I checked a box to remove it from my feed, but it keeps popping up with many many people expressing love for the two people in the photo. Here's the kicker **trigger**: one of them ran away overseas to 'sow his oats' after I fell pregnant with his child. In utter grief I had a miscarriage. The other person found out this happened quite a while later, was utterly disgusted, showed me great care, and became my boyfriend, but he raped me repeatedly throughout the relationship.
The photo is of them two, holidaying in Amsterdam together, flashing the biggest grins while sharing a couple of beers.
I have blocked all contact with both these men, but sometimes things slip through.
As usual, some of my family members and 'friends' who know this has happened are among the people showering these guys with love.
This has happened before in smaller doses, but the utter absurdity of this has left me largely unmoved. This is surreal.
Separately, I have suffered immense grief from these things, and repeated ef's sinse for over six years. I'm not feeling good, but its strange to not feel the usual unbearable trauma.
That's all I can say right now.