Thread: Help, advice, other stories?

Originally Posted by WildChild

Having dealt with some trauma myself I have some questions, if you aren't comfortable with any of this please say so.

How old were you when you were molested?

I was around seven or eight years old. The memory is repressed, so I don't recall exactly.

How old are you now?

I'm nineteen.

Why is the doctors office such a focus? Is that related to the molestation or to the aftermath?

I'm not sure. What happened to me happened in a small side room to the chapel of a church. I find that the kinds of people that set me off have little things in common with the molester.
He was the son of my kindergarten, first, and second grade teacher. She taught me for three years, and I really liked her. I trusted her. I thought I could trust her son when he came around to Sunday School to help out, but you can see how this turned out. Needless to say, I'm no longer religious.
I think doctors and such people set it off because we're all supposed to trust them based solely on what they do. I am not quick to trust anyone anymore. I don't accept the "she's a professional, you can trust her" bit, and I think it has to do with relationships I had at the time of the assault.

I'm not a psychologist but have had some experience with counseling. I'm concerned when someone has spent a lot of time in therapy and is still so traumatized. A good counselor can be a huge help but a poor one (and there a quite a few) can do more damage than good. The reactions of the people around us can be sometimes more traumatic than the event. Every one is different and handles things in a different way. The purpose therapy (I believe) should be to give you coping mechanisms to move forward.

What piques my curiosity is that the office visit evokes such a strong response, yet you are apparently sexually active? Or did you want to be on the pill for some other reason?

Yes, I'm sexually active. The first time I had sex, I had dated my boyfriend for two and a half years. I had come to trust him.
Same with my current boyfriend. We had dated for quite some time before I trusted him enough for close intimacy.
Problem is, I don't trust doctors.

Working on your self talk can help. I used to be very clastrophobic as a result of an abuse situation (placed in a small school locker all day by a teacher). I would have panic attacks when I was closed in - not just small spaces, once at an outdoor concert when they opened the gates the crush of the crowd around me caused me to panic. I lost the abilty to speak, ended up in the first aid tent, they thought I was ODing and I couldn't talk or stop sobbing to explain. In retrospect it had a humorous side but at the time was no fun! While I still avoid situations that are likely to be hight stress in that manner, I can now tollerate stuff I couldn't before. I've gone into small crawl spaces, attic spaces,and closets with the door closed. I can even tollerate crowds. Part of this is from my self talk and part from learning to use focused breathing.

The self talk I used was telling myself that I am in control of this situation, I can leave it any time, Mrs. Emmons isn't here - I'm all grown up and she can't bother me, I am doing this because I chose to. The breathing involves focusing on that rather than on where I am. Breath through the fear. Focus on getting and controlling your breath, it is calming and helps you get centered and focused.

Have someone calm, whom you trust with you for a couple visits. Have them hold your hand and talk with you. Distraction can be a great tool. I'll bet if you do this a couple times, then just have someone with you but not holding your hand, you will get to the point that you can handle it on your own. You can do this! Be gentle with yourself but firm. You are letting one little part of your mind take over and you have to quiet that part. You might try talking with your doc, tell her what you are dealing with and see if you could spend some time in the waiting room (no appt) and then some time in a examination room when you don't have an appointment. Just read a book for a little while? Sit and chat with a freind? Just to get some comfortable experiences there? Then get a couple of the paper gowns to take home. Try wearing them there. Laugh at yourself in the mirror (they look pretty unflattering don't they? Just get comfortable with that in a 'safe' place? Then it should be easier to put it all together without so much reaction. In the docs office you can tell yourself (self talk) I've been here before, read a book, no problem, worn these before, sure look silly. Don't focus on what you won't do. "I won't freak out" because all your brain will hear is "freak out" Focus on what you will do.

Get a copy of Shad Helstatter's book, What To Say When You Talk To Yourself, I think you'll find it helpful in understanding better how your brain works.

It won't happen over night but you can get past this! Stick with it.

Thank you so much for this! I'll see about trying some of it, and looking into the book. Thanks again!

Amarathine, I understand how you feel about being hurt by the people you are supposed to be able to trust. This happened to me in my childhood and as an adult last year... and you can lose faith in humanity in general, but that isn't the healthiest response, so you have to try to restore some of your own hope that most people are generally good.

Gyno exams are crucial for women and something that you will be hurting yourself by not having them done so its important to find away to see it as medically as you do any other check up. Maybe bring your mom or a close friend to be in the room with you, and asking them about the valium again before your visit is also a good idea.

I sympathise with everything you have went through and will continue to go through as a result of what someone else did, but you have to try to not give them control over you anymore, what they did is keeping you from going and getting important check ups.. and everytime you go through with them, you can pat yourself on the back, every step forward , even the small ones.. is a victory.