Self esteem group back today and we talked about bullying a bit and it made me anxious and I started feeling all these memories come into my head but I didn't shut down or have a panic attack I managed to talk about it a little!
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Thinking about Armand stalking people with happy lives listening to their thoughts to try and understand what it’s like to be loved and safe just to realize that it hurts even more to know that it’s real but he just. Doesn’t get to have it. 500 years of not having it and an eternity without it to look forward to.
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okay had this thought in my head for awhile just wanted to put it down somewhere. This is me trying to apply psychology/neurology/therapy concepts to the GF game mechanic.
Gaurdian Forces. They provide incredible power, increased defense, amazing abilities, and super attacks. In exchange, they occupy the part of the brain that handles memory (and I would argue specifically long-term memory).
In real life, when you encounter a scenario that triggers your amygdala (flight or fight response), your amygdala hijacks the rest of your brain as it is focusing on just keeping you alive in that moment. Sometimes that means you develop a memory of the scenario that is crystal clear, as you had focus on specifc things in the moment to stay safe. But other times it can result in ineffective storage of memories - they are fragmented or impaired.
So in FF8, these child soldiers are being asked to trigger there amygdala on a daily basis with combat. Children are already traumatized more easily because they have less context of what a threat is. Is it that summoning the gfs make you forget, or are you breaking your brain being forced into fight-or-flight scenarios because you have gfs equipped so you are physically strong enough to face those battles?
Alternately...
In the therapy modality of Internal Family Systems (IFS), clients identify 'parts' of themselves. Like "part of me is angry about this, part of me feels ashamed of this," etc. Some of these 'parts' play a bigger role than others. These are called the 'Protectors' and they are parts you develop to keep you 'safe.' (Mentally or physically.) Protectors are basically our internal coping skills, good or bad. A certain Protector may make sense when you were in one unsafe scenario, but now that you're out of it, that coping skill may be holding you back in your present situation.
ANYWAY, Protectors can take the form of blocking memories. These Protectors can give you "strength" and save you from being vulernable, but at what cost?
Your memories.
Anyway I guess the point of this ramble is Squall is the strongest because he's the most traumatized.
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I can see the gains from my trauma work in things like how I can have a bottle of alcohol in my house without wanting to suck it dry. How my rage doesn’t shoot through the roof when my kids are loud. How I feel present in my body during sex. How I don’t go into a fugue state when men raise their voice around me.
About a year ago I started doing EMDR/ART. About six months before that I was diagnosed with ADHD & PTSD. A few years before that I started medication management and therapy for anxiety and depression. Before that… idk.
There’s a period of time I didn’t feel happiness. I spent years of my life, over a decade, abusing drugs and alcohol, self-destructing, trying to replicate that emotion. Trying to get rid of that terrible, gnawing nothingness. Trying to blunt my rage and shame.
And. Just. It’s so worth it to put in the work to get better, please believe that.
If you’re on the fence about seeking help, please do it. You can do it. Even if it’s hard, even if it’s daunting, even if it’s slow going. You one hundred percent can fucking do it, I know you can.
You deserve to squeeze every last beautiful drop out of this life.
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Hey! I enjoy reading your posts about your integration/fusion journey and hope its okay to ask something about it :) If you'd rather not answer, feel free to ignore this ask. You recently posted about your first emdr session and I was like woah!! How did you reach fusion without trauma processing? That's something I never even considered possible and it was so interesting to read! To us it's not been possible to bring parts closer without simultaneous trauma work, so I was really curious if you'd want to share something on how this has been for you? Take care (especially after trauma processing!!)
Heyo! No worries, thanks so much for the ask anon ^^
We've actually been doing a LOT of trauma work already outside of EMDR. We've done quite a bit of talk therapy, DBT, IFS, parts work outside of IFS, art therapy, and other things in order to help us process our trauma. I don't know if it's possible to reach a high level of integration without trauma work but I know for us we definitely needed to go through a lot of trauma processing to get to the point we're at now. However, I also know that even once I reach a level of fusion/integration within our system that doesn't necessarily mean our recovery journey is over, and in fact I had mentally prepared myself for that long before I reached full integration.
For us, we decided to utilize EMDR because we knew there would be unprocessed trauma that would otherwise be resistant to the other forms of therapy we'd already tried, and this became more and more apparent as we went through our therapy journey. We hadn't actually planned to reach final fusion/full integration before even trying EMDR, in fact we were in the middle of the preparation phase when it happened. It has proven to be a blessing though, as we now collectively have more access to our memories as a whole and have a fuller picture of our personal narrative that we can actually pick out and remember key incidents in our life that we want to process through that we likely wouldn't have been aware of pre-integration and pre-fusion.
Hope that answers your question anon!
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Me @ me: for every fic there is at least one person who read it and loves it. Just because you don’t know it, does not mean it’s not true.
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A Memory and A Promise
A small hand, softer than mine,
tugs on the hem of my shirt.
I look down
and see brown eyes
bigger and sweeter than they have any right to be
gazing up at me
in wonder.
my first reaction is to freeze,
but she just
keeps staring up at me
in wonder
and so
finally
I crack a small smile.
"hi," I say,
hesitant. I don't know
if this child meant
to tug at my shirt
or if it was a case of
mistaken identity.
"you're pretty," she says
not as a compliment.
not as
mere encouragement
but in the way
children assert
the truth they see.
it catches me off guard.
"um." I reply,
the hesitance I feel
reflecting back in on myself.
"thank you. you're
really pretty too."
the wonder in her eyes grows.
that hurts.
why does that hurt?
I look around
and I get the innate sense that
even if I asked her
where the people responsible
for her wellbeing are
that she would only
respond with titles,
not loved ones.
....I'm not just going to leave her here alone.
so I lean down
trying to make us see
eye to eye
and when she sees me lean
she reaches up
and without thinking
I pick her up
anchor her small body against my hip
and we talk.
she tells me so many things.
things that she loves
so many things that
I wish I remembered.
I respond in kind,
telling her things
that I can say
in front of a child that small.
we stay there,
chatting,
until a familiar song
starts softly playing.
I don't think either of us
noticed when it started playing
but eventually it gets my attention
in time for me to hear
"I'd like to be my old self again,
but I'm still trying to find it"
before I can react
before the panic registers
she clings to me, harder.
I think she was clinging onto me
the whole time
but I didn't necessarily notice
or really mind at all.
I look at her
and I see that
the worry in her eyes
isn't self-directed
she isn't worried
about herself but rather
she's worried about me.
hearing those lyrics,
she doesn't want me to fade.
she doesn't want
me to disappear
in an attempt to honor her.
the realization hits
and as I look at her
I feel a moment of understanding
that I know
is rare for her
even if it's not really
rare for me anymore.
I hug her tighter.
a different song starts up
and we continue our conversation
and we continue our conversation.
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