I was having the urge to write here again. Actually would have if I remembered my password. I know now what it was about.
It is from maybe the forums I wrote on years ago and was certainly about when I was writing on Faith’s blog.
This is what happened after 30 hours of travel back from South America my dumb ass brother picked me up at the airport. It was up in the air if he was going to pick me up at the airport or the bus station. It was up in the air as he is a dumb ass. I was not even sure he would do either. After 7 connections that went great I called my brother from the airport and he said we are here. He had brought my mother. They had errands to do and such so I ended up getting home after dark and opened up the house in the dark. When putting my bags into third vehicle due to the errands I left my bag at the garage where I picked up my truck. It had a rug that I had made and another one that I started in it. The loss was hard. Three days later I did get the bag back. Some cop had picked it up and was calling an outdated number and after three days sent me an e-mail.
Coming back was not smooth. Water heater, refrigerator, truck monitor all needed work or replacement. There was lots that happened that would be hard for anyone to deal with. As always it hard to do the work of healing and everything else.
I do not know if I ever wrote about this before. I call it processing interrupted. That is why we crash. We are working on something and we have it where it can be processed and something out of our control causes it to stop. It is a brain and body thing. It is really hard to bring memories into consciousness. Just doing that is exhausting then you have to deal with the horror then understand what it means now and then grieve your loss.
So in Ecuador we did lots of processing. We were working on both the murder of a girl we had met outside the cults/human traffickers and then was with her in the cults. We also were starting to deeply grieve the loss of our twin sister. We had that all under control and were dealing with the normal stuff of being away for 7 months. With my mother showing up unannounced after the 30 hours of travel caused memories to come. That and not having communicated with her for 7 months I was not used to her physiological abuse. I was also not used to dealing with my brother. There were lots of people like them in Ecuador it was easier to ignore them.
The only reason I deal with them at all is my money is tied up with them. It will not be when she dies which can not be soon enough.
So I knew my mother was a sexual abuser. I had started that processing and it got interrupted.
It could be said that PTS is processing interrupted. We know to avoid it as much as possible. It is hard to create and be in a place to do this work and if it gets interrupted it is hard to get back to and as it is interrupted it is more mixed up so it takes more work to process.
I did not know that my mother abused me to the extent that she did. We made the mistake once of thinking we were only abused by a person once and never did that again. We are aware other memories are likely to follow.
My mother was also changing her will. She was evasive and an asshole about it. Took a long time to figure it out. My father had taken money out of a trust fund for me and she knew that if I read the old will I would figure it out.
So we came close to crashing. We may just be putting it off. Right now we have four major things that we have started and need to work on and are a long way from being in a place to process any of them.
We are having to deal with lots of e-mails from my mother in the middle of knowing more about the sexual abuse. We also think that she was part of the cult for a while.
Figured I would write it here as much work was done on line. An example of how it works for me. One way it works for me.