sae
06-16-2015, 03:35 AM
What erroneous thought processes do you think prompts a person to take something as simple as a little exposure to a trigger and turn it into a form of punishment or atonement for some wrong they feel they have comitted?
This has been my current analysis project and I am stuck. An example would be like this: I would feel like a failure... maybe I had a panic attack , skipped out on a job interview, or ran away from the door when someone knocked. I would park myself outside right next to the AC condenser (those noisy little cold air factories are still currently a bit of a trigger for me since this was the method used in a loved one's suicide.) I would make myself sit there amidst the noise and hot air, staring at the refrigerant lines going into the wall. I rationalized it by saying to myself "the more exposure to this I get, the less it will bother me." And I would endure hours in the sticky heat, fire ants tearing up my arms and legs, fighting the urge to run away screaming. The twisted part was my rationalizing went so far as to say that I deserved to feel this freaked out because of something unrelated I failed at earlier that day. It went from healthy exposure to self inflicted panic.
I do not do this sort of thing to such severity these days, but that thought that I deserve to be emotionally pained, anxious does creep up on occasion unbidden.
It clashes with my belief that I just as worthy of happiness as the next person. It is not a new phenomenon. This weird form of emotional self punishment as well as misplaced guilt has been a part of my personality as far as I can remember, long before I reached adulthood. The story my mother told me the other night gave me pause. She talked about how I would catch myself doing something against her rules as a very young child, ie going outside without asking or leaving toys out, and would either beg to be spanked, sent to time out, or just took matters in my own hands.
This personality quirk of mine, the overwhelming desire to remain within the boundaries of rules and laws, to make only right and selfless decisions, and following rigidly to instruction, has always been there. I want to figure out how to start deprogramming this out of my thought program but I am struggling with it. It defies the logic I use to battle my maladaptive behavioral responses to everyday stressors existing purely in the scary emotional side that doubles as that dark shadowy place Mufasa told Simba never to go to.
Thoughts on this would be totes amaze balls (...and I just made myself cringe, time to stop talking.)
This has been my current analysis project and I am stuck. An example would be like this: I would feel like a failure... maybe I had a panic attack , skipped out on a job interview, or ran away from the door when someone knocked. I would park myself outside right next to the AC condenser (those noisy little cold air factories are still currently a bit of a trigger for me since this was the method used in a loved one's suicide.) I would make myself sit there amidst the noise and hot air, staring at the refrigerant lines going into the wall. I rationalized it by saying to myself "the more exposure to this I get, the less it will bother me." And I would endure hours in the sticky heat, fire ants tearing up my arms and legs, fighting the urge to run away screaming. The twisted part was my rationalizing went so far as to say that I deserved to feel this freaked out because of something unrelated I failed at earlier that day. It went from healthy exposure to self inflicted panic.
I do not do this sort of thing to such severity these days, but that thought that I deserve to be emotionally pained, anxious does creep up on occasion unbidden.
It clashes with my belief that I just as worthy of happiness as the next person. It is not a new phenomenon. This weird form of emotional self punishment as well as misplaced guilt has been a part of my personality as far as I can remember, long before I reached adulthood. The story my mother told me the other night gave me pause. She talked about how I would catch myself doing something against her rules as a very young child, ie going outside without asking or leaving toys out, and would either beg to be spanked, sent to time out, or just took matters in my own hands.
This personality quirk of mine, the overwhelming desire to remain within the boundaries of rules and laws, to make only right and selfless decisions, and following rigidly to instruction, has always been there. I want to figure out how to start deprogramming this out of my thought program but I am struggling with it. It defies the logic I use to battle my maladaptive behavioral responses to everyday stressors existing purely in the scary emotional side that doubles as that dark shadowy place Mufasa told Simba never to go to.
Thoughts on this would be totes amaze balls (...and I just made myself cringe, time to stop talking.)