The Night I Lost All Hope

May be mildly triggering.

So i was sitting in therapy, telling C that i’m feeling pretty darn well. That i had gotten myself out of my Black Pit of Depression and how it worked.

Then, because i had had my first Christmas Eve Flashback prompted by seeing the first christmas lights of the season, the conversation naturally ventured there.

I have had this repetitive flashback for what seems my entire life. It frustrates me because it’s far from the worst that was done to me. I’ve gotten pretty good at dissembling holiday-related triggers and flashes–but never understood this one. I don’t think anyone other than my wifey knows this one. Maybe, i just don’t recall it.

So, after a couple of minutes of C saying open ur eyes sweetie look at me sweetie jesus look at your posture look at me be present with me…i launched into it.

Every year we would go to visit Uncle Norman’s house on Christmas Eve for several hours. I think this one time i was maybe 6 or 7, whenever kids lose their teeth. I am looking at it now and i look like about 6ish.

Anyway, Uncle Norman had gotten to me earlier in the day but it doesn’t matter really what happened. In this flashback there are around 15 people or so, very jovial atmosphere Xhristmas songs on the radio blah blah. Uncle Norman is sitting in his recliner across the room from the tree and the presents. He motions to me and says come here, sit on my lap. No that’s ok i reply and try to leave the room. Mom catches me by the wrist and says You’re Very Rude, go sit on Uncle Norman’s lap. No, i don’t wanna. She swaps me on the butt and drags me over to him. Mind you, i had told her the previous summer what he had been doing to me.

So i’m forced on Uncle Norman’s lap. Actually i am sitting on his hand and he’s movung his fingers around under me. I say he’s like diddling me. Fifteen people are in that room, everybody jollying it up, and he is messing with me. He keeps sorta readjusting himself and i can feel his hardon.

I have two parts to this flash i tell C. There’s a sound in my ears like a Swooosh and i alternate between seeing the Christmas tree across the room in a sort of tunnel vision, like a kaleidoscope. The lights were blinking and reflecting off the gobs of tinsel. Then i hear swoooooosh again and i am looking at myself, sitting there on his lap. Just like watching a movie.

At this point in the telling of this story my thoughts become very disjointed. All those people around. I can hear all that laughter as if it was far away down a long tunnel. Mom knew, yes my mother knew but she did nothing, just laughing aling with the rest of them. Ho ho ho.

I say all those people and nobody did a thing. Jesus. It’s silent in the room then this pops out of my mouth:

That’s when i gave up. I learned about absolute powerlessness and futility and utter lack of control at that moment. I gave up that night. I lost all hope. Wow, that’s right.

That is when i lost all hope and realized i was utterly alone.

Silence. C says wellthatwasthenthisisnowlookatmehonwyit’s2010nowrighthellloooootherewhereareyou?

I hear myself say that is the Black Pit exactly. When i get that complete depression this is exactly what it felt like on that Christmas Eve. That’s where it comes from.

C looks at me. Wow honey that is really something. So when you go down that black path…..it’s really something that happened 44 years ago and you’ve juat now realized it? Yeah you’d think….No says C. This deserves incredible congratulations this is a huge, huge connection. Don’t go blowing off your acconplishment.

Ok. Silence for abit as i sit there, srunned. It’s exactly the same feeling, man. Wow.

C starts talking about how pedophiles do these things etc etc get off on the power etc etc i’m not really able to focus.

Then she says i want you to know something sweetie. If i had been in that room i would have broken every one of his ten fingers. This was a horrible thing blah blah and on we go from there.

The day i gave up hope. It’s so important to figure this shit out.

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6 Comments

  1. moreheads said,

    November 12, 2010 at 4:24 pm

    Gal!
    That’s really great. Always so much better when it happens with your T there to help you thru.

    Go you!
    Ravin

    • Splinteredonss said,

      November 12, 2010 at 4:59 pm

      Yah, perfect timing. Love the thing about breaking his fingers. Great Black Pit mystery solved. I’m sure it won’t go away but at least i know what it is & can learn to get out of it. Woot! Thanks hon

  2. ulla said,

    November 13, 2010 at 4:05 am

    It’s amazing how very healing it feels, when someone says they’d have defended you. Flashbacks are pure, pure hell – funnily enough, I blogged a bit about mine recently, but I don’t have the cojones to put the details out there in cyberspace. I think if I did – and perhaps I should – itd be somewhere without my full name and details attached. Major hugs, because I do know what it’s like and I wish neither of us did. Poor you. Poor me. Poor lost and broken kids. But we lived.

    • November 13, 2010 at 5:23 am

      Yes we did get thru it. Tough nuts to crack! Actually i thouggt this is a story quite about hope and healing. For me — when i can figure out what my flashes are telling me i have conquered them. So the next time they come up i can deal bwtter with them. Thanks for stopping by. Lemmd know how your qorld is these days ;).

  3. Mental Spaghetti said,

    November 13, 2010 at 6:09 pm

    XX a thought for you, poor thing XX

    • November 13, 2010 at 10:09 pm

      Aww, thanks honey. Honeatly though. This is a very good thing. Learning is important.


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