***TRIGGER WARNING*** Discussion of not feeling safe, panic, drinking, and Superman
I had a terrible weekend and didn't feel safe from within or without. I have been trying to think about how to create safe environments. I realized that short of a panic room with reinforced steel doors controlled from within the room, I wasn't going to feel safe in any house. Plus locking yourself in a windowless steel room seems horrible and lonely and then scary again when you have to come out. Since I can't really imagine any way to make it secure enough, it must be a psychological problem that has to be solved psychologically.
As for inside my head, I tried to make safe places but they got more and more elaborate and I couldn't seem to get them strong enough. I would always end up seeing a weakness in the structure I was trying to build...I built a castle with a moat and a drawbridge, then thought well they could shoot arrows with grappling hooks up to the ramparts and climb up, so I added guards around the top, then I worried that there would need to be a guard for every rampart or they would just time the guard's rounds and sneak up anyway.
I added a sliding disappearing door so the door to my room would look just like part of the castle wall, but that wasn't good enough either--they would find the joints and pry them open and smoke me out. Maybe I would feel safe if Superman would just sit there while I slept and take care of everything with the heat from his X-ray vision if sh*t went sideways.
I have found that looking at my T's picture and actively remembering how calm she is can calm me down but I have never one time thought to look at it when I was having problems. Plus, I'm not sure if looking at her picture is creepy or not. T keeps asking why I don't take xanax or call when I am upset but I don't know...I almost never think of either of those things, I am too busy thinking of the bad stuff. When I do think of calling her, I can't. I can't bother her..I am worried she will get tired of me and tell me she can't help me or she will put me in the hospital which I have heard is not a good place. Although if you feel terribly unsafe, it is probably better than the alternative. I would have gone last weekend but I couldn't wake her up be a bother.
When I used to have such terrible panic, after it was over I always wondered why I didn't just drink myself into oblivion, but it never occurred to me. Littles? Maybe...I don't know. When panic used to come and kick my a** for days, sometimes I could hear it's footsteps coming towards me, there was some warning, but now I think it is someone else's panic because I have very little notice that it's coming and once in it, I am pretty much swept away.
All this to say, does anyone feel really safe and if so, would anyone like to share how that happened/what makes them feel safe? I suspect this never feeling safe is related to whatever it's called when you aren't able to bond with your parents. And now, although I feel better, there are still a bunch of us who need to be able to bond with someone somehow. But we don't know how. I guess that's where T comes in. I sure hope she knows what she's doing.
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