Sunday was Fathers Day in New Zealand. As the day was approaching, a friend asked me how I reacted to the day – whether it needed to be something on my radar of potentially rough, or triggering days. My response was a rather confident and nonchalant… “Oh, it’s no big deal. I usually hide out and withdraw, but am fine”. I wasn’t minimising anything with my response; I was answering from a place of honesty, based on what I remembered from previous years.
This year however, was different… Very different… I was swept away by overwhelming emotions, lost great chunks of time, and felt the need for demeaning forms of self injury. On some level, I remained functional… I tweeted, cleaned the house, did some gardening, and finished some chores. But, I also had flashbacks that left me curled up in terror, I easily became disorientated as to time and place, and experienced an emotional roller-coaster that left me shaking like a leaf.
I say that this year was different, but I wonder if it really was. Did I react differently to it; or, was I just more aware of my reactions to the day? This is the question that I’ve been asking myself… I wonder about it because if I’m more aware, then that indicates a level of healing that is positive in the long-term… But, if this year was bad purely because I approached it in a different way, then that could indicate that I’m back-sliding by “looking for triggers”. Either option is possible, but the latter seems more likely. I feel less connected to everything and everyone than I did at the start of last year, so find it difficult to believe that the awareness is about positive healing…
As soon as I type that, a voice of dissent that speaks up… Allison has seen improvements in my functioning, and being aware of the chaos has to be a good indicator, doesn’t it? And so it goes on… this continual to and fro.
Then, I see the internal arguments for what they are… another form of distraction. If I get caught up in an internal argument over my progress, or lack thereof; then I can avoid reflecting on the weekend… Instead of paying attention to the pain and associated feelings, I can start intellectualising. Climb back into my comfort zone of internal debates about what constitutes healing, defines progress, etc… That’s one step away from beating myself up for not being “healed” yet (whatever that means).
Ahhh Distraction Land, I know you well…
I know that we all need to distract sometimes; but, I need to learn to face my experiences as well. No matter the reason why I had such a rough weekend, it was rough. I need to learn how to cope with that… to learn how I can manage those times better… to heal…
In this instance, it was my emotional reaction to Fathers Day. It would be really easy to now put that event in a box within my mind, label is as a triggering day, and store it away. Yes, that plan of action would help me prepare for next year, but what can I learn from it to help my everyday life? I think that’s where my healing will come from… I’m already really good at compartmentalising things, and what I really need to learn, is how to ease those compartments so that they blend into my everyday existence. I’m always going to experience triggers – that’s just life. I need to learn how to cope with those triggers better every single day, not just on triggering days…
An indication that I still have a long way to go in my healing, is that I deliberately chose to go to the lake on Fathers Day to take photos… On one level, this was a good decision, as I often feel a sense of calm by the water; but, on other levels, it was such a bad choice… It was Fathers Day, after all… that means families playing together, and in particular fathers being the centre of attention within those families. At times these images can be positive, and act as a reminder that not all fathers hurt their children… at other times, they can cut like a knife through my wounds.
Was it wise to go to the lake? Probably not. Another friend once told me about looking for the windows of opportunity in a situation… the windows where there is the possibility for you to choose a different option, or way forward. I had one of those windows when I was deciding where to go to take photos… I could have chosen somewhere less triggering, but I didn’t. This was reflected in the photos I took… Some reflected my pain…
While others reflected my ability to be in the moment…
I’m not so good at being in the present moment…
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Now playing: Eddie Vedder – Don’t be shy