I am not fixed as such. I don't claim to be sorted, or that it is all over. I may never be able to utter those kinds of words. I am ok with that.
Tag: dissociation
Some Things Are Better, Blurred
I have never understood therapy as a lifestyle accessory, or why anyone would insist on sticking with a therapist who irritates them. Or the people who think their therapist is an idiot.
Open Journal #39
Listen to this on the podcast i am smoking a cigarette outside my hotel, it is 6.21am and a man stops and asks me where the station is, in french. I don't speak french but i know enough words to work out what he wants and point him in the right direction. I hope it … Continue reading Open Journal #39
Open Journal #13
Listen to this on the podcast Disassociation is something I was aware of before I rocked up here. I knew the term, I knew what survivors meant when they referenced it, and I knew that I did it. Had it. Suffered from it. Caught it. What is the right term? Live with it. I live … Continue reading Open Journal #13
Open Journal #9
Listen to this on the podcast Violent childhood. Sexual abuse. Damaged adult getting by. Disclosure, police, courts. Two decades of coping. And now — the realisation I never really faced any of it. This all feels like the right thing to do, and I am starting to understand some of it. I had never spoken … Continue reading Open Journal #9