On Thursday, I met with a therapist who ran through the ACES inventory with me during our session.
It’s been a wild ride since then. Never have I felt so much validation and relief, and never have I wanted to get started with the healing process so much. At long last, there’s a name for what I’ve felt over the past 36 years, and more importantly there’s a treatment protocol.
I truly thought I was alone, especially after my encounter with a different therapist some 20 years ago. No one was talking about c-PTSD back then.
Yesterday I could hardly sleep, as it often happens. I let my emotional dysregulation (learned that has a name too!) run wild, intentionally, to pull together a list of all the traumas I faced. I could scarcely sleep until I had written everything down.
Just sharing my joy at being understood.
Space games really aren’t that much fun. They seem fun when I read about them, but they’re not.
NMS is the least worst analogue to Starfield, and I can’t play that anymore because it’s the same thing over and over.