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During my current rounds of flashbacks, a baby crying at his mother's closed door and the same baby crying at morbidly obese knees with a tall, skinny guy doing what he can on the side has been triggering a vicious round of flashbacks to my childhood, circa 1956 to 1965.
During an exchange with my most beloved sis tonight, I blurted the analogy that it is like watching two movies on a single television. I can't see either picture or hear either soundtrack clearly. The more I think on it, the more I think the analogy fits.
Hoping for feedback from those of you who have had this experience. Good analogy? Does it make sense? Reality checks welcome.
During an exchange with my most beloved sis tonight, I blurted the analogy that it is like watching two movies on a single television. I can't see either picture or hear either soundtrack clearly. The more I think on it, the more I think the analogy fits.
Hoping for feedback from those of you who have had this experience. Good analogy? Does it make sense? Reality checks welcome.
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
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Ever since I stopped doing therapy because of insurance, I've been feeling that old tense and irritable sense of anxiety and stress. I hate that. I was making so many strides and changes during therapy, my therapist would acknowledge all of my progress and accomplishments, and I miss that reassurance. Today I thought about it, and I made those changes! She would always tell me that I chose to...
Throughout this long, strange trip, trading notes with my fellow sufferers has gone a long way in helping me sort the grain from the chaff.
Just sorting. . .
I know *exactly* what that is like! I try to tell hubby it's like listening to overlapping radio stations, but I like your analogy better. I just can't get the "screen" to focus on just one damn reality at a time, is how it feels.
GEntlest support. I have found that my best strategy is to go into hiding in a blanket tent where some soft sensory deprivation and seclusion help me minimize input. But that's me. I'm an odd one, as I'm often told.
Gentle healing, Arfie.
Sorting as I go.
Jewells
I isolate like a bad dog when these --can I call them overlays?-- happen. One of my shrinks sub-texted me as, "claustrophobic." She defined it as a fear of entrapment. Small spaces, I can handle, as long as I have a reason, such as hiding. Entrapment of any flavor sets me snapping and/or running like a Tasmanian devil. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyvPjn2m240
Riding in my zoom toy is what soothes me most.