This is a reply to Shannah in Nikki's post "Hiding Progress". I didn't want to take away from Nikki's discussion...so started this one.
I am beginning to see what I believe is my primary issue...personal control. Since the majority of my life has been traumatic...I never finished after Part II, or moved on to Part III...I believe I feel that when I don't allow myself to have full control, I feel totally out of control, even if the lack of control over my day was minute (mi-nute).
Not sure that makes sense.
I left home on Saturday by car, parked at the station, and finished the trip into D.C. by Metro, then walked the three blocks to the hotel. I had already told myself...convincinly I will have to say...yah for me...that I was going to do my own thing. Not go with the group when I preferred not to do so. Not sit with whoever I thought I should sit with. Etc. (I sound like I am 17, not 58!)
I was able to do this successfully. Even on our one dinner on our own night, I did what I wanted to do with a new friend. But, I was haunted by those I didn't go with, which was unhealthy.
Due to the weather in the NE beginning on Tuesday...ugh...not pretty. I had very little money and was extremely worried about the amount of money I had relative to getting home from D.C. I couldn't get anymore out of the ATM, since there was none to get...LOL
Now none of this should feel as a loss of control and cause my mind to work overtime and conclude with last night activity; hence, the antibiotic this morning, but alas it did. What awful games we play in our minds
On Tuesday, I had to take a very expensive taxi ride the three blocks to the Metro station, since there was over 2 inches of sleet slush on the sidewalks.
Once I reach the destination my car was at, I had over an hours drive in sleet to get home. Getting home about 8pm.
On Wed I spent 1-1/2 hrs chipping the ice (from the sleet; city imposed a large fine for uncleared sidewalks) off the front and back sidewalks (mine and my disabled neighbors), then two two-hour sessions chipping my car out of the ice (a happening all over the place). In between I had to rest and/or sleep (PD fatigue). Thusday I continue to dig my car out of the ice. At the end of the day, I thought I could finally drive it out, but the underside of my car got hung up on ice I didn't chip low enough. Finally had to call a tow truck to pull me the rest of the way out of my parking space...$85...like I have that to waste. I then took myself and my neighbor to the store and back home.
She is my daughter's mother in law...15 years my senior...and I help her. Taking her anywhere is stressful in itself...she is so so so slow. The fear of her falling on the ice, or on dry gound, is constant.
Friday I had grandkids duty...always M/W/F.
Saturday was 9-yr old birthday party day.
So, you would have thought I would come home last night, after 7 days of doing very little just for me and feel exhilarated with having no one to do anything for, except myself. Just sit and watch TV and do my beloved needlework, the latter of which keeps my fingers busy. BUT NO!!
I don't know what I am wanting to say here.
Maybe that life just feels like constant trauma.
I suppose that after decades of constant trauma, even when there isn't really any there, it is so expected that everything is translated into trauma.