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How do I start having my empathy to carry over when I'm triggered? Why can I only get in touch with my need for distance/boundaries when I'm triggered? It feels so icky to me to be vulnerable, and I feel unsafe (when I'm triggered) to communicate from a place of kindness that I literally feel like I'd rather lose everything than be vulnerable.

I'm mainly in fight mode when I'm triggered. It's where I'm most comfortable. It's either I don't like being vulnerable or I never learned proper tools to communicate, and it feels awkward.

Here's why: I've experienced abuse my whole life.

My collar bone was broken by my sister because she forced me to do something I didn't want to do. My family thought I was exaggerating and wouldn't immediately take me for medical care for hours. I was in excruciating pain. I still remember the cast, trying to sleep, and how long it took to heal. It was a long time ago, so this was long before sufficient pain relief existed.

I had a hammer thrown down from a flight of stairs at my head, which cracked my scull. I required stitches, and to this day, I can still recall the feeling of the thread pulling as the doctor did the sutures. I remember asking my mom why someone would do this.

I had my head held underwater to where I thought I would die as a joke.

I had a classmate try to strangle me against a fence.

My Grandmother supposedly had a neurological disease which caused her to verbally abuse me and call me terrible names a kid shouldn't need ti know and somehow my father thought was a good idea to allow me to visit her.

There's more abuse to note, but needless to say that the abuse that I suffered as a child was already a c-ptsd situation.

I then stupidly chose a partner in high school who came from a very disturbed family and suffered a lot of abuse from him. He was always blaming me for my abuse and inflicted his own. I was smart enough to end things, but then he would get his friends to convince me how much he needed and loved me. Classic intimate partner behavior. I was scared to break up with him, and I was also codependent and wanting to escape my family of origin. Basically, I choose what I thought was the better of the two crappy options when I should have chose neither. Access to information and help wasn't the same as it is now.

I won't continue with all the details, but I've spent almost my entire life being abused, either psychologically, physically, or financially. I've lived in homeless shelters due to my abuse by my ex and with our kids. It's been a fucking nightmare.

All that shared, when someone is dismissive of my abuse, someone judges me, or if I feel disrespected to (in situations that would likely anger a normal person), or unheard, I lose my shit. The unheard or dismissive are the worst because those have had painful or literal death of a pet or person as outcomes.

When I'm triggered as laid out, I'll then say all the things that bother me about that person (they cheated on their spouse, they can't hold a job, etc. ). I've come to realize in certain cases I am just being abusive myself, but in some cases it is that I have lost respect or was hurt in ways that I needed to make a boundary or end the friendship.

The thing is, normally, I'm a really sensitive and empathetic person and, for example, couldn't sleep as a child, and now even as an adult, knowing I might have what I need but someone is out there that doesn't.

So, how do I start having my empathy to carry over when I'm triggered? Why can I only get in touch with my need for distance/boundaries when I'm triggered? It feels so icky to me to be vulnerable and unsafe when I'm triggered to communicate from a place of kindness that I literally feel like I'd rather lose everything than be vulnerable.

Do others experience this and what do you do to help you. Writing out doesn't help. I'm too impatient and fighting feels like the only thing that satisfies what I feel I need to do in that moment.

Since moving back in together me (M23) and my sister (F26) have been butting heads because while apart I got very used to playfully teasing and having fun debates with my friends. It was a healthier way for me to handle my anger by not having it be something that had to be bottled up and then let out all at once, it could be released at safe levels with people I trusted. Well this past weekend we got into an argument because she hates any kind of disagreement or debate or teasing or anything and views it as malicious and I occasionally do it to her and I tried to explain that I would try but its hard for me to remember that she is the one person I cant do that with at all. she then went in that it was bad for me to do it at all even with trusted friends who have explicitly said that playful teasing an stuff is fine and they do it right back.

Leads to today where I blew up over some stupid shit she did that made me feel completely unwanted, and yeah I blew up(this consisted only of angry texting) and thats ultimately my fault but she got to get out of the whole thing painting me as the bad guy and that she didnt do anything wrong while I had to apologize for everything. It just feels like anytime she triggers me she just "doesnt get it" or I "just have to learn to live with it" while when I trigger her I "really need to be more considerate".

I don't know what to do at this point I am trying to control my outbursts but shit that seems unfair makes that really hard. I dont want her to hate me but I’m lost at this point

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When people have this attitude/belief I think people are very misguided in their line of thinking. There ARE certain kinds of hardship and suffering that do lead to, and are correlated with, becoming a "stronger" person. But what do people think being stronger really means?

They think of it as a positive change in your perspective, an embetterment in how you deal with situations, and an overall sense that you've become more actualized so-to-speak. However, there is a plenitude of COMPLETLY UNNECESSARY, USELESS suffering that does not contribute to any of these positive changes at all.

When someone is communicating their struggling, there's often no reason to try and turn their negative situation into a positive! Life is not live, laugh, love. Life is a complex, nuanced, confusing thing. When it comes to the dark side of the human predicament, it is inappropriate... REALLY... to ALWAYS add good things in the mix.

Always showing someone the bright side of their suffering is toxic positivity. It's invalidating when you care to hastily formulate a solution rather than ACTUALLY understanding what a person is trying to convey in the first place. It's invalidating because you are minimizing this person's experience by virtue of telling them all the positive aspects of their condition and not paying attention to the fact that they're very unwell.

When a person is understood by another, that in itself can be highly therapeutic. Compassionate Inquiry: THIS is what would make the world a better place. Ask questions because you CARE to understand a person who's in a deeply dark place. You can actually help somebody to some extent by listening, understanding, and supporting. It's not in anyone's best interest to tell people that even though their suffering, that's actually great! Because, you know, their brain is just doing some exercise at the gym, with the no pain no gain mindset, and they are on a treacherous adventure, gaining strength for a purpose that will all work out in the end.

Well, guess what: as a metaphor, I have been drowning in my own blood my entire life. If I could numerically rate the suffering that helped me grow compared to the utterly useless suffering, I'm not sure you'd be able to see my useful suffering on the pie chart no matter how intently you look. Maybe with a magnifying glass, perhaps.

Compassionate Inquiry is something anyone can do, and it is something that we need if we're gonna survive and thrive. Anyway, best wishes to everyone. I hope as much comfort and love are shared amongst all of us. I think we deserve it.

all my life i've been lectured to and told by others in every possible situation i've been upset about that i am the problem, that my feelings are invalid and i need to somehow get myself right. i've never once not been talked down to by everyone around me for feeling outrage.

now in year 5 of the ongoing pandemic i've been fully exiled and lied about and branded crazy by everyone i ever knew and every support network i had for refusing to get covid or accept mass infection and being outraged that people force covid on others for their selfish indulgences. especially hypocrites who claim to be all about "harm reduction" and "social justice" who have blood on their hands.

people told me that i have to "heal" from this trauma and that how i feel is the actual problem. my former therapist would ask me what "moving forward" would look like and i have no idea what healing from this still ongoing trauma or ever moving forward would look like. i know what people are trying to force on me in addition to COVID, namely, pretending they never did anything wrong and looking past their callous attitude about spreading a deadly disabling virus and keeping people like me locked inside for five years and counting while throwing temper tantrums about fake lockdowns when they were never denied anything for 2 weeks at most almost 5 years ago. especially now with things like mask bans being proposed and the vaccines they used as a flimsy excuse to prematurely force everything "back to normal" probably being banned under RFK/trump. all because they ceded this ground and did everything possible to destroy public health for their little goodies.

they want me to join in their delusions and transform myself into their own personal cheerleader and dedicate myself to validating their choices. to be a doormat and someone who lives to emotionally jerk everyone else off. that's what "healing" is.

and i know already someone is going to read this and say "oh no but that's not what it is" but that's bullshit and i'm beyond tired of being gaslighted. like "forgiveness", another spiritual bypassing tool and pop psychology mantra that people want to force on everyone, "healing" is just a bullshit word that means whatever the person wielding it wants it to and they have the power to demand that because they have more social clout. someone like me who is traumatized and neurodivergent and never gave a shit about social conventions is easily browbeaten into doing whatever the fuck they want, or so they assume.

but i'm done. i'm not going to "heal" for their benefit and be like ANYONE wants or demands me to be and i don't believe healing is possible for me. i will never forgive people for how they've treated me and what they've done selfishly, for the moral injury i've sustained. i'm not going to ever be a cheerleader for anyone and i'd rather grow old and die bitter and angry and holding all my resentment than ever sacrifice myself and my principles and convictions to perform a "healing" character arc that sociopaths like them, like most people on thia fucking planetbfind acceptable.

i'd rather be broken and true to myself than a "healed" traitor to myself. i'd rather go down in flames with my convictions than excuse sociopathic, selfish denial and be complicit in it. i'm done. how about the motherfuckers out harming people and living lives solely for conspicuous consumption and seeking social clout heal the holes in themselves for a fucking change.

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I just stumbled upon this page and I finally feel seen. I am so angry, like so so so fucking angry all the time, I just started trauma work(cpt) and I have had the talk about my feelings of anger how repressed it is and how I want to start feeling my feelings but its terrifying. I feel like if I let myself feel the hurt and the rage its never going to stop. Instead im just pent up, always on edge and annoyed. How can I get this endless frustration out of my fucking system? Ugh just feeling drained right now

Internet hugs specifically. Consider it a semi rant, the other part is I don't want to feel alone with this.

I keep running into situations where I talk about my experiences and then keep getting these and similar forms of compassion, and it just... infuriates me? A lot of the times it feels super inappropriate, other times it makes me feel like I asked for it when I really didn't. Not intending to take away the attention from whoever brought up a topic. I wouldn't mind it when I was actually emotionally stirred up, but 99% of the time that's not the case and I feel perpetually misunderstood by this behavior.

Sure logically I can see why a lot of the times and that this isn't intended. But it completely misses the intended purpose by 180°. I'll go into defense, likely avoid the person who just dishes these gestures out in a way that renders all meaning void, and feel deeply uncomfortable.

I have my issues with vulnerability and showing/feeling that no doubt. It's the quantity that really grinds my gears and causing adverse reactions instead of being actually comforting.

Here’s an exchange I had my with work pal about a back injury I was updating them on. My responses are in blue. This kind of “advice” infuriates me. I was so angry at her suggestions and in situations like these I always feel like going “I have been looking after myself since I was 15 with almost no help! What makes your choices better than mine?”

When people who care about me - and who I care about - do this I am furious, just shocked they would be so ignorant of my capability.

I get the feeling (often) that people must think I’m an idiot. And these are people who know me and care about me.

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Hey guys I’ve recently joined this group as I’ve seen a lot of relatable posts on here. I am 24 (M) and when I tell you my whole life has been trauma it has. I was born into trauma with parents who were addicts and abusive to eachother. I was taken off my parents at 18 months old. Passed back and forth to grandparents till I got taken into care. Been in foster homes and care homes. I’ve been sexually, mentally and physically abused throughout my life. My brothers father strangled me and drowned me in the bath when I was around 5 years old. Some by family some by carers that were meant to look after me. My auntie died of suicide in 2019 then my mother died of a possible overdose this year in January pretty much on the same day and month my auntie died 5 years previous. My nan also said when my mother died well that’s what happens when they live that lifestyle. So out of touch. The day she died she was telling me to go to the doctors when I only heard my mother died an hour before. My two uncles gave me horrible abuse after she died because they are so torn up with guilt themselves for not bothering with her they took it out on me and one of those uncles has bullied me my whole life along with my cousin (his daughter) yet none of my family have spoke to them with how disgusting they’ve been towards me days after my mother died. On top of that I’ve moved 3 times in the last year whilst all this is going on. Family have not supported me once since my mother died and I also took an overdose 4 days before my mother died and another overdose in August just gone. Doctors keep palming me off and not helping me even after overdosing twice in less than a year the hospital didn’t help me. I’ve also never got a diagnoses or had any help throughout my life just kind of expected to get on with it and if I complain I’m playing victim and others have had it worse than me. But no offence what could be worse than the life I’ve had? I’ve barely scratched the surface of everything I’ve endured. Now the issue is I’ve become toxic and abusive as a result of this which I don’t mean to be. Anger is always my first emotion for everything. I run in anger and rage. When I tell you rage I mean it. The slightest thing will send me into an outburst. Even when I drop an item in the house I’m screaming at the item as if it’s the items fault. I’m taken my anger out on my family as I’m really angry at all of them for the lack of support. But I’m also taking it out on the wrong people. I’ve been arrested due to me having rages when I’m black out drunk to the point people tell me I am possessed and turn into a different person. I just feel like I’m a horrible person. I feel like I have so much rage and bitterness at everything and everyone. I hate the world and everything in it. I feel like a walking trauma response. I can barely fix something in the house without breaking it because I get frustrated. I don’t want to be this way anymore I really don’t. But I’ve gone my whole 24 years being born into chaos and trauma and no one got me help or listened. No one has truly validated what I’ve gone through. I’ve barely left the house all year since my mother’s died. I lost my job last September three months before she died too. I have lost all motivation happiness and joy for life. I am officially done burnt out and tired. I am really fucking angry at everything I’ve endured. What’s even more sad is when my mother died I thought “ahh again? Another fucking horrible things I’ve got to go through?” I’ve never known who I am. Never truly felt happiness. My family don’t care until I take it out on them then they tell me I need help but they wernt there leading up to me lashing out. I would like advice if anyone else is like this or what I can do etc or if I’m a terrible person. I just don’t know what to do. I have no support system no friends. No ones come to see me. What worse is my family knows about my overdoses aswell and obviously everything I’ve gone through and all I’ve had since my mothers died is everything I’m doing wrong. I’m just at a crossroads right now.

Like. In my family most of the anger was always directed at someone or something. Always. And it's become the way of living. So much so that being angry about the things u get angry about, is never there

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Motherfucking pieces of shit

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Oh my fucking elas;ekfwq;

I'm trying so hard to practice kindness, believing it's okay to give second seconds, not be codependent. no no nooooo i still make mistakes, i'm still falling back into these patterns and it enrages me. enrages me that my parents set me up for this from birth, when will it end?

i'm tired of getting in trouble for things that are nothing next to the evils people loudly do around me. it's like i get more trouble and tone policing for expressing healthy rage/venting than others do for being genuinely hateful, mean, nasty, unsympathetic, etc.

it feels like no matter what, I'M the one who is in the wrong. i scapegoat myself because the world taught me scapegoat myself because it scapegoats me on a daily basis.

this is a thoroughly sick society and sick world.

i want to scream, i want to break everything, i want to destroy stuff, i just want to fucking rage and destroy it all so then nothing can hurt me anymore, then i wont be able to make mistakes and no one will be able to spot my mistakes such as my """fault""" for not being a "good" victim who's quiet, docile and cute.

nobody gives a shit about me. i could die right now and no one would notice.

Im referring to weight training. I feel like it might be tied into my anger/fight response as I have a history of numbing myself. I go to the gym and go way too hard. Its happened twice the last month where Im just fatigued like crazy. Thinking of switching to bodyweight training exclusively. Not sure if this is the best subreddit for this topic, but thought it was worth a shot

First of all. This guy is a real piece of trash. He's been borrowing stuff from me and throwing a fit when I get it back, he threatened me the day before he would break open my locked door with my most expensive stuff inside to get a cell phone I LENT HIM and he wasn't giving it back while I asked him for it for days... because he needed a chip inside it (couldn't he have taken it to his new phone? wtf).
He and the other guys used to take food I had bought for myself from the fridge and everyone would say it was not themselves.
I made a table on Excel to point out how much he was owing me because he has been on my ass because of the rent I'm due. But he took more money from me than I owe rent. I tried to reason with him sending him the chart before so he could maybe chill after he had seen it, remember stuff he took from me and that I sold to him or money he borrowed.
He started to charge me for stuff that wasn't my responsability, like papers he signed that had nothing to do with me, among other things. I tried talking orderly and he raised his voice and was being aggressive in the way he talked, and I started raising my voice and we were yelling at each other. Soon, I went for his neck with my hand and he started to put his hands in front of him, and I was pushing him behind because I had completely lost my temper after MONTHS of going through abuse.
A little after he punched me in the jaw, and I barely felt it, but it helped me calm down. I started mocking him. "Is that all you got? Throw a harder one. That one was too weak."
I had my hands behind my back walking to him and it got him scared.
I yelled at him when he started raising his voice again that he and the others were a bunch of freeloaders and assholes and that I was done being nice to undeserving people (I'll never be done, but I gotta try).
He got really apologetic later, probably fearing some kind of legal retaliation or that I might attack him in the future, despite him owing an automatic pistol he keeps in his room. He is really stupid about using it too, he was drunk another day, having another drunk guy in an armlock and pointing the pistol to his head and smiling at me as it was a cool prank.

I fucking hate these idiots. I fucking hate having lived all I lived to be the way I am. I gotta stop with the fawn response all the time to every situation. I am investigating the possibility that I'm autistic, I got screened by a general practicioner and it showed signs in a neuropsychologic test battery, but I don't have a reliable doctor that would get me diagnosed as autistic. I just can't stand these stupid troglodites anymore, and masking, and trying to people please all the time. I'm trying to say NO to even the smallest of requests. Trying to train myself to do that. Fuck everybody.

I think I have dissociation but this dissociation is there because I had to block anger when I was a child as that would have made things worse. My Freeze mode appears to have gotten stuck in a highly activated state, probably because it's still blocking the anger.

I come from a line of angry alcoholics and it's like I have one I share a skull with. Not alcoholic though.

What are the possible ways for someone to deal with that?

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I went no contact which evolved into very low contact with my toxic mother months ago. It’s been wonderful for my health but the kids said today that they miss her.

The thing is, I’m not still mad about what she did when I was a kid. I’m not willing to be her scapegoat anymore for her BS and to treat me such - I’ve been her caretaker through cancer and multiple surgeries and a death scare during COVID. I was the only child who was there for her many times over. I am sick of the other two being treated like the golden children when they treated her like an afterthought for years.

She never bothers to care about me or my life but always used me as her emotional crutch and fixer and armchair therapist, the way she did my entire life. She simultaneously blamed me for everything bad in her life, even though I am the youngest child of three, and my father was the violent alcoholic who terrorized her and us. She was neglectful and took out her shit on me. She’s anxious-avoidant and passive aggressive and both never spent time with me (before cutting contact) and blamed me for everything wrong in her life.

I adore our kids and cannot imagine loathing them the way my mother loathes me.

How the fuck am I supposed to be around her to facilitate my kids seeing her at all? Ugh. Fuck her. Thanks for reading.

Hey guys,

Please please no sympathy for me. I really need someone to be straight with me about this cause I need to know so I can try to at least not do harm to myself or other people. Feel like I could be narracist. I notice thay I have these thoughts when I work out that everyone is looking at me and admiring how amazing I am at working out and then I stop and realise no they arnt. You can't predict minds.

Then after that I have this feeling of "no one cares about me". When I'm like this it's some times due to when I'm being vulnerable. Like something happened today and an old woman scoffed at me and tuted at me. I notice that my inner child was coming up but then that was over shadowed by narracist fight part of me that kept saying "see how awful people are, human beings are awful and take up too much space and should die, man kind should just die".

Then my sister was venting to me today and honestly it was just frustrating me cause I didn't have the energy for it and I can honestly admit I didn't care either. Then I felt shame for that too. Cause I literally feel like I have no emotional connection with anyone and at times lack Empathy and think everything is about me. Its either me self degrading myself or my ego getting so big that it thinks it's better than everyone else.

I'd really appreciate it if anyone deals with this or could give me some advice on how to deal with all this? Cause I'm noticing I'm starting to self Isolate and detach from people cause thus voice in mg head says people are bad and should die.

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This year has been dark. Reliving horrific flashbacks that I spent most of my life trying not to think about and accepting my highly distinct and quarrelsome 'thought processes' in the broader context of disassociative signs. Faltering at the threshold of dreamworld as I saw the lights of a camera flashing every time I was about to drift off to sleep. Heard my own voice as a child in the form of terrified, tortured wailing. Heart quaked. Tried telling myself I remember the facts, the emotional component doesn't matter, I don't need to relive it. Realized a little girl is trapped in that memory. Had the resolve to go down there and rescue her, knowing I could very well relive being physically tortured and humiliated by my safest person as a toddler, powerless, scared, in pain. Decided to do it anyway to save her, to save me, for our sake and my family's sake and future children's sake and the sake of anybody else who will ever be in my life.

My ex has been sending texts to people in my life that I'm unstable, violent, and suicidal, and he is deeply concerned about me. I have a deep fear that the friends I disclosed my abuse to who ghosted me have heard and believed this narrative without asking me. I get bouts of heartbroken, betrayed fury towards them. My ex is doing this because I confided in him while we were together that my mother used to do that to me when I was growing up. It is a sociopathic level way of trying to still have control over me after I went no contact.

I keep thinking that I have moved on from that anger towards those former friends and genuinely have progressed in so many powerful ways, but once in a while I still have these powerful episodes of anger and confusion and grief and shame. It makes sense one would come up today, in connection with reliving my mother's abuse, because that was originally her tactic. It makes sense, and the episode lasted maybe 7 or 8 minutes before I looked desperately for something to pull me out of it and saw I had pinned the r/CPTSD Emotional Flashback page to my bookmarks toolbar. Clicked. Read. Breathed. Looked up. Kept breathing.

I controlled it. It did not possess me. I am in control. That is the shortest an episode has ever been.

I am proud of myself. Not only am I improving - I am hella brave. I know that the people who have abused my siblings and I throughout our lives have faced similar fears to the one I faced last night and chose to cower and let those demons lie. I didn't. I trembled in some of the worst panic and terror I ever remember feeling to experience the glimmer of a resurgence of long-forgotten emotions I don't have the name for - and I decided to go back to that dream and down that dark stairwell to relive the memory and rescue that child and bring her home to safety. I wrote her a new ending using components of different dreams and combined therapy and my faith tradition to learn how to manage recurring dreams, all while my body physically ached and faltered with the memory of old torture as though it just happened yesterday. There is no such thing as the laughable disposable 'crazy ex girl / boyfriend' stigma who can be mocked and discarded. I am an incredible human. I am as powerful as a hurricane. I am unstoppable.

Like many others, my journey to fight back against this condition began in my mid/late 20s. Before this time, I would mainly assume that I was just clinically depressed. Something didn't add up about that. I remember the building resentment that I had for the word "depression". It was failing to fully describe what was happening at all.

Through both lurking and speaking to my long term therapist, I more recently learned of another distinctive term that applies to me: Interfamilial Child Torture. To my frustration, just as depression had, the term "child abuse" would prove to be mistakenly diminishing too..

My flight and freeze responses were tortured from me as an 8 year old child. I was to endure things without showing weakness. Punishment would amplify if I cried. If I failed to make eye contact and answer directly to that demon-bred sociopath, the beatings would increase. But worse, the ISOLATION would increase. I would regularly be locked away for days on end. No one came to save me.

In my teens, I would one day do something that still serves as a vestige of rare pride from deep within. I broke free from learned helplessness and fought back. My mind created something that day. I dissociated into a being of supreme focus, euphoria, and unfortunately, rage. This is a survival tool that my developing brain would never abandon. I'm not sure that it ever will.

The fact that this monster lives within me is a tremendous source of shame. I can't interact with certain personality types, especially in positions of power. There is a great chance that it becomes bloodsport. I even feel shame at times while reading about others with CPTSD. I don't believe that there is an amicable way to escape your abusers. You rip that band-aid off quickly and mercilessly. It makes me feel like an animal to say this. I lack fear for men. I choose to fight. All the fucking time.

Today, discovering this community is especially cathartic because there appear to be others here that believe in an epidemic of dark personality types around us. (Narcissism, machivelianism, and psychopathy), likely as a result of our increased judgement of character and body language. I work hard everyday to diminish and shame myself for any narcisistic traits that I find within. I realize that this is sort of non-narcissistic, but probably unhealthy by nature. This is hard to describe. I certainly don't like mirrors.

Anyways! That's my speal. I'm really glad to have stumbled upon a community of folks who may understand the judgement and shame. Cyas around