Could be several triggers or I could just be a cantankerous bitch, although I don't think so because I really felt extreme. I've watched it with them before and not been as extreme as yesterday. Don't know if I'm more susceptible to triggers lately as things aren't as blocked as they used to be.
I felt funny the other day because they have changed the smell of the hair conditioner I use and it smelt like my dad's old office at school. I felt ok in there, safe even, so not sure why I found it upsetting to smell the smell. Maybe generally thinking back to that time in my life.
I recently threw away a deodorant because after wearing it for 5 minutes it started to smell like my mum and it disgusted me. I flashed back to sitting on her lap in the car, which was fine, although I felt like I didn't want to be that physically near her even then. I was under no threat but still felt disgusted. I often felt a need to get away from her even though she wasn't a threat. My insides just reject her. I used to hear her coming up the stairs when I was being alone in my bedroom, hiding from everyone and I kept thinking "fuck off, leave me alone, I want to be on my own, I'd rather be lonely than have you". But I'd sit in my room for ages then suddenly get the urge to go and stand in the kitchen and just be there in the room with her so I can't have totally hated her. I often do the same with MIL, hang around in her kitchen with her on our own.
Thinking of times that felt ok seems to mess with my head as well as the bad stuff, I'm impossible! I feel uneasy that if there were times when I felt ok maybe I am going mad and it wasn't that bad, although I know this is not true, it's not me that is mad it is them.
I've never been able to cope with the smell of Old Spice men's perfume or whatever it is. It makes me feel very sick and like I want to run away. I had to make my ex boyfriend throw away some shower gel or something that smelled like it. I used to panic if he put his hands on my face as well and go mad at him and it upset him.
Sometimes phrases that people use can make me go funny and want to shout out and run away eg. I used to go funny if anyone said "let me....", or used the word "creep".
Certain 'gothic' clothes that I see people wearing in the street make me feel funny. I think 'you look like a bastard! why do you want to look like a bastard?' (which is illogical because it won't remind them of the same people it reminds me of).
Men's work trousers make me feel revolted and I avoid ever touching my DH's. Dark brown ones would be the worst. I don't like him wearing work clothes and feel relieved when he gets changed out of them. It isn't just because he doesn't wash them because he doesn't wash his jeans for months but I feel fine touching them.
Some alcoholic drinks I won't drink because of being 'made' to drink them in the past and feeling ill or something horrible happening after/during.
Once my mum brought a box of old stuff of mine to my house for me to sort out and keep/chuck away what I wanted. I started to do it but felt so repelled by even touching the stuff that I just had to throw away the whole box. It was such a strong reaction to trivial stuff. I just didn't want anything from the past in my house. I've sometimes tried to keep old children's toys they have tried to get me to take from their house but after a while I have to throw them away. I just could NOT let them bring the dolls house which GF made. I couldn't bear the thought of even seeing it and I had to phone my dad and tell him why and tell them not to bring it. The phone call was very scary but I did it and felt good after.
To have such a strong reaction to even seeing old stuff from their house and feeling a total rejection of it surely this comes from somewhere, is this not proof of how shit it was living there! It still feels so weird and like I am 'mad' when they act so normal. I still feel like I can't get enough of people agreeing with me that it was shit. Without Therapist saying this I would feel like I am mad and making a lot out of nothing. I still feel I need permission to feel crap because what happened really wasn't as bad as stuff that happens to other people. I still haven't got past that. It's like I don't feel enough permission to feel the full extent of the crapness and process it.
There is music that makes me feel dread and emptiness and shame about who I was as well. I'm collecting the free CDs of 80s music in the Daily Mail at the moment but it is ok because most of it is stuff I liked but wasn't 'allowed' to like because bro thought it wasn't cool so I used to say it was crap and only buy music he approved of. Now I can listen to it and not be scared to enjoy it and might even write about getting the CDs in my next letter to him to prove to myself that I don't care what he thinks about it.
Music often makes me feel strong emotions and embarrassingly makes me cry, just like things like Eastenders does! I can cry about other things but it is harder to cry about the things I feel I want to cry about. Sometimes a sad film (or not even sad, children's films make me cry) for example is like an 'excuse' to get some of it out and I can't help crying. My body obviously 'wants' to feel things and uses small things to release it. Is this more proof of Alice Miller's theory about intense feelings being stored in your cells and finding a way out where they can? Is it similar to anger coming out on your children?
Maybe I should try to trigger all the triggers on purpose all at once to try to get everything out! What a fucking scary thought, and probably an unwise one!
Sorry, this is boring, listing trivial things that get to me, just what you two said set off one of my verbal diarrohea chains of thought.