fuzzy blankets and ptsd
09.27.04 (8:06 am) [edit]
this weekend, appropos of nothing really, i remembered that the person who assaulted me had one of those vellux blankets (those soft, fuzzy, lightweight blankets). suddenly i remembered that i've only recently been able to sleep with one because of the memories of that night. it's amazing that i could have forgotten that.
when i told gabrielle that she was the first person i've ever told about the experience, she told me to expect some emotional fall-out. she said it's a little like opening pandora's box. the funny thing is, aside from the blanket memory, most of my ptsd difficulties this weekend were actually related to my father. but more of that later....
when i told gabrielle that she was the first person i've ever told about the experience, she told me to expect some emotional fall-out. she said it's a little like opening pandora's box. the funny thing is, aside from the blanket memory, most of my ptsd difficulties this weekend were actually related to my father. but more of that later....
