Just a quick update for you guys,I've been in therapy for a few weeks now and am suprised at how well it's going.I don't feel half as stressed and the flashbacks and panic attacks are becoming less,last week my wife was off on a weeks holiday and we spent the time doing things in the garden,we had to go to the local shed and get some plants and normally this would have been quite a stressful experience,this time it was quite pleasant for a change.I managed it quite easily and the following day went out again,I only set myself small goals and then build on that,if I'm ok in one shop then I may venture into another,I even managed to have a wander around,rather than just rushing in,grabbing what I need and rushing out again,I still worry about things but I'm only worrying about things that are relavent,rather than just worrying,but it's all about perspective and reaching acheivable goals.Apparently they reckon that most people with problems like mine set themselves up to fail by setting targets that cannot be met,so I decided to try a different approach and it worked.I had several jobs to do in the garden and normally I'd look at it and say ok,today I need to do, A,B,C D and E,then if I didn't get them all done for whatever reason I'd be on a downer,this time I thought ok,tomorrow I'll do A,then maybe B then if I get time I'll move on to the others,I got most of the things done and the one's I didn't I finished the day after,The world didn't end just because I didn't get a few jobs done and I felt a lot better.I've started writing a bit of a book as well,this helps me to rationalize things and make sense of it all,one of the most important things I have done is not lost my temper over the last week,I normally run on a hair trigger and the slightest thing sets me off,now when I feel things are about to get out of control I take a deep breath and think happy thoughts.A very important part of the programme is called "dare to share" and basically you are encouraged to talk about the events that caused the problem's,initially this is with a counsellor then later on with friends and family,from this you learn how to deal with the problem and what if anything can be done about it.In my case it was physical abuse at school when I was about 7 years old,those involved are long since dead and no matter how much I wanted to hurt them it wasn't going to happen,so by behaving the way I was the only people I was hurting was myself and those around me,now I've accepted this I feel a lot better.Below is an extract from my "book",it gives an incite into some of the thing's that went on,I hope some of you will find it interesting and maybe it will help others in similar situations to talk about what they have been through.
It started in the mid 70's,I was about 7 at the time and had just started junior school,it was a horrible place,run by a tyrannical headmaster who seemed to delight in beating the kids at every opportunity,and when I say beating I mean proper beating!
I remember once in PE and this lad named Steven was acting the fool but the headmaster thought it was me,he grabbed me and gave me a real hiding, I ended up being bounced off a wall! I avoided taking part in PE lessons for weeks afterwards,the same bloke used to teach us handwriting once a week and insisted we all learned how to do really neat "joined up" writing as it was called.Now that would have been OK,but there was one major problem and that was he expected everybody to be right handed,left handedness had no place in his class and that was where the trouble started.Now unfortunately for me I happened to be left handed and that somehow wound him up,he'd walk around the class looking at everyone's writing and if he caught you using your left hand then he'd hit you across the knuckles with the edge of a ruler,this became another lesson I dreaded,sometimes we'd have a different teacher who accepted that some people were left handed and his lessons were fine,then we'd have the headmaster again and out would come the ruler,as a result my writing is terrible,I just guess I gave up,those beatings were a regular part of school life,once he made me eat something in the dining hall that I told him I didn't like and when I was sick I got hit for throwing up on the floor,I swore that one day I'd get even with him for what I'd been through,but many years later when I had the chance,I was about 18 at the time,I realised what a pathetic little bully he was.