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As I shared last week, I am at the beach for Spring Break with hub and my son. We are having a good time, so please don’t think I am spending all of my time thinking about my mother/abuser because I am not. However, I am continuing to be plagued by nightmares, causing me to wake up feeling shaky every morning.

I read three of your comments to my Monday blog entry before I lost Internet access where we are staying. We stay my father-in-law’s beach house, which does not have Internet access, so I am at the mercy of obtaining wireless Internet access from wherever I can get it, and I lost it here after the first couple of days. Alas. I plan to go to a local restaurant that offers free wi-fi so I can post this blog entry and read your other comments.

I also spoke with my sister. I emailed her a draft of the letter, and her response was to do whatever I needed to do. She just wants me to let her know before I send anything so she can avoid answering the phone when our mother/abuser calls her to complain about it. However, to this day, m/a never told her about my “Back the f#$% off!!” note, so she isn’t sure if m/a will contact her about a confrontation letter or not.

The part that makes the angriest is that my mother’s insanity takes away so many of my choices. I would like either never to see or hear from her again OR confront her about what happened. I hate this in-between crap. I am sick to death of hearing (whether in her letters or secondhand through my sister) that m/a is baffled as to what she could have done to deserve being treated like this. She is being treated much more kindly than she deserves because she deserves to rot in a prison cell, but I haven’t pressed any charges.

Mia makes a valid point that my letter would be good for a sane person but not an insane one. Because she is not sane, any letter to my mother probably will just encourage her as it would any other stalker.

I don’t know. I am frustrated and angry because I could not have been clearer about my boundaries, and she won’t respect them. I have the tools in my arsenal to “force” her to obey them (the truth), but that could cause her to have a psychotic episode which could hurt someone else. It isn’t fair, just like nothing in my childhood was fair.

The good news is that my sister already relayed the message that I will not be in town over Mother’s Day weekend, so I can check relaying that information off my to-do list. (I purposely did not ask my sister to get in the middle of this, but my mother put her there.) Mother/abuser actually had the gall to go on about all of the “excuses” I am making not to see her. I don’t recall making any excuses. Saying, “I don’t want to see you,” and “Back the f#$% off” sound pretty direct to me.

Edited to add — I really like MFF’s suggestion of a very short version:

If you can respect my boundaries, then we can write letters monthly. If you cannot, then I am not interested in maintaining a relationship with you.

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Yesterday, I shared that I wrote a draft letter to my mother/abuser that I might or might not send. I want feedback from my sister and best friend as well as all of you before I send it.

I had the worst nightmares after writing the letter. I could feel the revolving door of my multiple system in full spin while I tried to sleep (I wrote the letter late at night), and I had to do deep breathing to stop my heart from pounding. Then, it was a full night of one nightmare followed by the next.

The one that freaked me out the most was the one that involved me looking into a mirror. What I saw in the mirror looked nothing like me. I was a complete freak – bald and pale with no eye lashes, and the pupils of my eyes were bright red. I kept trying to push the image away, but it wouldn’t leave. I was hideous. :0(

I had multiple other nightmares, but they didn’t stick. I woke up in a cold sweat, and I am still shaky this morning. My kid (who crawled into bed with me last night) must have picked up on some of my energy, because he said out of nowhere, “Mom, I want you to drink some wine.” I told him that only alcoholics drink wine at 7:00 in the morning, but he said he didn’t care. (And, no, I have never had wine for breakfast!)

I have a better plan for the morning. My son and I are going to go to the gym. They have free childcare on Saturday mornings and a great “kids’ workout room” where he gets to work out using the Wii with other children while I work out. I think I will spend an hour on the elliptical machine. I will probably need that long to shake off the anxiety I am feeling this morning.

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My sister recently had a birthday. Our mother/abuser called her to wish her a happy birthday and then spent most of the conversation b@#$&ing about why I won’t talk to her. That really rubbed me the wrong way and motivated me to write the following draft letter to my mother/abuser, which I have not sent and don’t know if I will:

Mom,

I got your letter about coming to [my state] in May. I will not be in town that weekend.

You keep asking why I don’t want a relationship with you. Fine – I will tell you, although you should know already. I have been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) due to the severe child abuse I suffered throughout my childhood, and being around you triggers my symptoms. S&L [my most sadistic abusers and her best friends] were monsters, as were their “friends,” and I will forever bear the emotional scars of all of the hell they put me through as a child.

My childhood was filled with a lack of boundaries, and the fact that you have repeatedly refused to respect my boundaries tells me that you have not changed. I have told you repeated that we could communicate by letter monthly but that I don’t want visits or phone calls. Despite me being very clear about these boundaries, you have repeatedly tried to push past them. This triggers my PTSD symptoms, making me even less interested in maintaining a relationship with you.

I have been through thousands of dollars worth of therapy, and I have worked very hard to overcome all of the pain from my childhood. I just want to live my life as best I can, despite the nightmares, panic attacks, and triggers that are a part of my everyday life. Although I have worked hard to manage my symptoms, PTSD will always be a part of my life, and you are responsible for much of this. I do not hate you and wish you no ill, but I also do not need to have you in my life always pushing me to move my boundaries to accommodate what you want.

I don’t want to hurt you, which is why I haven’t gotten into this before, but this has gone on long enough. If you can respect my boundaries, then we can write letters monthly. If you cannot, then I am not interested in maintaining a relationship with you. I am not saying this to hurt you. I am saying this because my own sanity depends upon me being able to have people in my life who respect the boundaries I set. You have not been very respectful of the boundaries that I have set, so it is what it is.

Thoughts?

(While I was posting this, Motley Crue’s song came on — “Girl, don’t go away mad. Girl, just go away.” Too funny!!)

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Going on Vacation

Hi, everyone.

My family is going on vacation tomorrow for a week at the beach. Hooray!

I do have Internet access at the beach, but I don’t know how much time I will have to blog. So, if you don’t hear from me next week, don’t panic. I will be back — hopefully refreshed and ready to dive into more topics. :0)

– Faith

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Does anyone else feel like you are constantly relearning the same lessons? Here is an example of what I mean…

When I was the early stages of healing, I got into doing yoga. The first few times I did it, I couldn’t get over how “sore” I was afterward. I came to realize that my muscles had not relaxed in decades, so the “soreness” I was feeling was actually what it feels like when my shoulder muscles are not all bunched up in tension. Yoga became a part of my daily routine for a long time, and it really helped me get through the flashback phase of healing.

Unfortunately, life happened, and I fell out of doing yoga. I have recently “rediscovered” doing yoga again, and I find myself in the same place although not quite as drastic. Sure enough, my shoulder muscles felt “sore” again as they learned how to relax. I am gradually moving past the same limitations I have already pushed past. Things are going smoother and faster this time, but a part of me is annoyed at having to “relearn” the same lesson. Can anyone else relate?

I go through this frequently along my healing journey. I will embrace a new behavior that is positive in my life. Then, something will trigger me, and I will “forget” about this wonderful new tool. Then, a year or so later, I will “rediscover” the same thing that I already learned before. If I could just hold onto what I learned the first time around, maybe things wouldn’t have to be so hard in between.

So, why I can’t I just learn a new tool and embrace it for life? Why do I ebb and flow as I learn, “forget,” and then relearn the same lesson? Any ideas?

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I was talking with someone the other day who was describing another person as seeming very sad and insecure. The person then said, “I hope she isn’t damaged goods.” I asked what was meant by the phrase “damaged goods.” The person said, “You know – abused as a child.”

Let me be very clear – I am not damaged goods! I am an amazingly strong and resilient person, and most people couldn’t dream of surviving half of what I did. I might have a bunch of issues to work through, but those issues do not make me “damaged goods.” That term implies that I am broken beyond repair, and yet I wouldn’t even be here if I wasn’t amazingly strong. Just because another person cannot understand the demons I have faced down does not give that person the right to label me or any other child abuse survivor as “damaged goods.”

An online friend once wrote a poem asking, “Am I broken? Or am I bad?” If he was broken, he could be “fixed,” but he if was “bad,” then he wasn’t even worth fixing. I assured him that we broke ourselves to survive the abuse, but that doesn’t make us “bad,” and it doesn’t make us forever broken. We have the power to heal ourselves.

Calling someone who has been abused “damaged goods” takes away their power if they internalize this message. Nobody else has the power to permanently damage me. Only I can do this to myself if I choose to believe that I have limitations. The truth is that I have no limitations. I have the ability to be as emotionally healthy as I choose to be. Yes, it is very hard work, but how dare anyone try to limit my potential! Don’t let anyone else limit yours, either. You are not damaged goods – you are a valuable diamond in the process of rediscovering your worth.

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In my blog entry yesterday, I made the following potentially controversial statement:

Healing from any form of trauma involves learning how to love and accept each memory and emotion as “mine.” As you do this, you integrate as a natural part of the healing process. ~ Faith

I am sure that I will receive comments about this and that even more readers will disagree without ever telling me, so let’s go ahead and talk about this now.

There are two basic schools of thought in the dissociative identity disorder (DID) community – those who believe that integration is a natural part of the healing process and those who don’t. Those who disagree believe that a person can be “healed” from DID while living as a “functional multiple.” This means that the person facilitates cooperation amongst the alter parts while still remaining fragmented. While I do agree that being a “functional multiple” is farther along the healing process than a “dysfunctional multiple,” I disagree that healing is completed at this point.

When I finally embraced the reality of my DID, I wanted to understand integration. The best resource I found was this article by Rachel Downing on the Sidran Institute’s website. I followed this article as a roadmap, and my experience supports everything that Rachel Downing says in this article. If you are on the fence about or disagree that integration is a natural part of healing from integration, I strongly recommend reading this article. I found it to be empowering, and it gave me the courage to integrate.

As I said in my quote above, healing from any form of trauma involves learning how to love and accept each memory and emotion as “mine.” This is true for healing from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) as well as all dissociative disorders. Healing means putting back together what was fragmented by the trauma. Until you embrace every experience and emotion as “mine,” you are still choosing to stay dissociated, which means you are still choosing to “reject” a part of your experience as “me” and “mine.”

Even though I have integrated my host personality into my core, I still do this with my wolf alter part. I have invited this part to integrate many times, but I still do not really believe that I am safe when I sleep at night. So, I continue to keep this part of myself separate. Yes, I love my wolf alter part, but I am choosing to keep this part separate rather than embrace this part fully as “me” and “mine.” Why? I truly do not know the answer. I do know that I still have not processed all of the trauma (as is evidenced by the flashbacks that still arise every few months), and I suspect the answer ties into more unprocessed trauma. Oh, joy.

I am not meaning to be critical of anyone who has chosen to live as a “functional multiple” because we must all heal in our own way and on our own timetable. My point is simply that integration is a natural part of healing from DID and that, if you truly love and accept all of your experiences and emotions as “mine,” then you will integrate as a natural result. Once you embrace all of your parts as “me” and “mine,” there is no longer a need to stay fragmented.

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