Trauma therapy tonight was a real journey. We learned a few things we hadn't been aware of before. It may be that our recent issue with food and our somatic choking fits are related directly to as yet uncovered young child Alters from before we were adopted. We had given our therapist copies of the letters from Social Services _____ a while ago (actually, we had forgotten we had) detailing the first few horrific years of our life.
We also learned that so much as bringing up the of the as yet unknown child alter (who has been crying pretty consistently in recent weeks) evokes an instant fear response. Our therapist had asked a question related to this and our body went cold instantly. We told of this physical reaction and her response was to say, 'good!'
This gave us a moment of levity for her comment took us by surprise and she was careful to clarify that it was 'good' that we recognized our fear and its source. It is also a complex fear. We are afraid of a number of things. We are afraid of remembering things this amnesiac alter remembers, we fear that the younger pre-adoption alter(s) will similarly arise (and they may already be near the surface, more about that in a bit), and we are afraid of the flood of emotion that is already occurring to one degree or another.
Now, recently we have been having issues with our appetite. We barely ate over the Christmas holidays. We also have a cold but this has been going on before that. It seems that an early childhood alter (or alters) are manifesting something akin to somatic memories due to the neglect which we were subjected to in our early childhood. One effect is that things we would normally enjoy we, well, don't, such as the homemade bit & bites we received for Christmas. Another example is the beans we had for dinner last night. We were able to only eat two spoonfuls before our anxiety made us stop eating. We kept worrying the beans were past their expiry date even though they were not and the sight of two rather fatty pieces of bacon floating on top of the beans was no comfort. They also tasted funny, or at least we thought they did. It had not occurred to us that something so long ago in distant the past could affect us in the present so acutely. Wow. It is, in fact, a frightening proposition and we see no way to escape it.
We have received contact information about the eating disorders program at _____ and plan to contact them. We need to be able to eat regularly.
We seem to recall mentioning in a recent blog entry that if we had to name one emotion that is a daily factor in our lives it would be fear. Given what we learned about ourselves tonight that is no surprise. Other than reading the letters from Social Services _____ we hadn't really given our early childhood much thought, other than feeling that it was pretty horrific and we were grateful to have no clear memory of it.
The prospect of remembering our early childhood is, to put it simply, chilling. Our first Alter, Denise [who we'd called little daria briefly], is around 4-5 years old, too old to recall a time before we were adopted This new one (we think it is only one, so far anyways) is clearly younger. We had explained to our therapist that, sometimes, for a period of time not only can we not contact a specific Alter but we can't even remember their name, or worse still, have had brief (thankfully) periods when we don't know our name, and you can imagine how much fun that is.
It is strange that we can understand a concept on a purely intellectual level but the same concept can be emotionally crippling. This new Alter cries almost constantly, if our current very frequent tears are an indication of her emotional state. There is fear too, and something else undefinable thus far. Feeling lost? Alone? We think it is something like that.
It is also strange to essentially have no appetite. We are pretty sure we have been losing weight, but we don't feel any thinner. We do not particularly look forward to having any sort of an eating disorder, which is what we fear is happening.