I've been thinking about the way I've changed since therapy, and I can only liken it to wearing a new coat that doesn't quite fit. Well, it fits, but it feels strange. It doesn't fasten like my old coat. It doesn't "sit" like my old coat. It doesn't feel familiar. It's all new and unblemished. I've changed in so many ways, into the person I should have been, would have been, if my abuse hadn't happened, and I'm still changing.
I don't acknowledge the abuse to my family members who are still alive. We all pretend that our family is functional, happy and normal. We don't do hugs much, even in greeting. We talk about pleasantries, make jokes and it's all very ...........polite, and it reminds me of how I learnt to use politeness as a mask to hide behind all of my life. To be polite is not to say how I really feel. To be polite is to allow others to impose themselves upon me. To be polite is to pretend that there is no unpleasantness or resentment or anger. To be polite is to not communicate. Hardly surprising I developed the appeasing type of HPD. I developed a persona who was funny, charming, friendly, sociable, always saying the right things, always being pleasing, always being pleasing to the eye, always concentrating on what was on the surface, and not which lay below. For someone who was so "nice", I hid inner resentments, insecurities, unhappiness and uncertainty. There was so much I wasn't allowed to express, and it all became suppressed, erupting sometimes in short bursts of intense emotion. Because my emotions were never validated as a child, or acknowledged, I felt that I didn't have a right to have them or to own them, and so when they erupted they would disappear as soon as they came, which made them look fake. I suppose that is what is meant by rapidly shifting shallow emotions. But they're not shallow at all. They run deep, very deep, but they're not allowed expression. I've just noticed that I'm now writing this in the present tense, and maybe this is because they're still an issue for me, as I still find it difficult to express them to people. I have cyclothmia as well as HPD and when I go into a depression, usually in the winter, I don't tell anyone. I simply hide away. My friends, who only see the happy me, don't question it. They simply assume that I'm occupied with something. It's a lonely place to be, but I find it hard to even acknowledge the loneliness, and I brush the emotion away.
Yes, I've come a long way in therapy. I have a deep self awareness, I care about people and have something of an over active conscience. I've become more empathic and discerning about friendships and relationships. I've become much more focused and mature as a person and scored normal on a personality disorder inventory. That's not to say I'm cured. I did the inventory on a good day. On a bad day the old feelings and attitudes will resurface, but I've learnt to become aware of them through CBT and to challenge them when they arise. Stress or illnesses can become major triggers.
I have issues about being ignored. If a friend forgets to call or if I feel excluded in a conversation, I will really take it to heart, and feel rejected, abandoned, unworthy, unwanted and unhappy. I will try to compensate by pushing my way into the conversation, almost competing for attention, and have to stop, tell myself to be rational and not take it to heart so much. It's improved a great deal since I've been working on my self esteem, and looking inside for validation and not from outside. I know exactly when these feelings began. They came from childhood, when I was ignored, passed by, invalidated, not taken seriously. I got attention if I made people laugh, and so I became a comedian, always joking or doing silly things and I still do this today. It's almost a subconscious mechanism, and I don't really know any other way to be. I can also be serious, though, thanks to therapy, and now...
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