https://psychcentral.com/health/hypervigilance(It was interesting to me while reading this article on hypervigilance, I didn’t even think twice about it but ever since I had a bad car accident last year, I have not had music on while driving.)
https://psychcentral.com/blog/liberation/2017/10/long-term-narcissistic-abuse-can-cause-brain-damagePersonal antidote to link these two articles: on Friday, I got in my car to drive to treatment and it wouldn’t start. Turns out it has a bad battery that needs to be replaced. OK, it’s under warranty no big deal, right?
Took an Uber to treatment and back, an unexpected expense. OK, it sucks but not that big of a deal, right?
Approached my apartment door and there was an envelope stuck to it. Apparently there was a mixup and my rent payment was not applied and someone from the leasing office had delivered me a lovely “notice to quit” with four pages of very legal sounding mumbo-jumbo that seemed hideously unnecessary for a payment that was a few days late from someone who has never missed a payment before. But the payment was made and I left a message asking to speak to someone in the leasing office as soon as they open on Monday to confirm it’s all clears up, so, relax, no big deal, right?
Well, turns out it’s not so cut and dry.
The effects of my childhood, the effects of my marriage to a narcissist, the effects of major health issues, the effects of being homeless… I wonder if I will ever respond normally to anything ever again. Sometimes I feel (using the words of the divorce papers I was unable to serve my vanished husband) irretrievably broken. So it was good to read in this article that there are things you can do to repair the hippocampus. (I’d really love to get a good system of aromatherapy going - wouldn’t it be nice if all it took to feel safe was some lavender, sandalwood and frankincense? It’s all worth a try - might even help with insomnia.)
These events all seem to be irritating “life happens” type things. Yesterday, the day after all of the chaos, I was working when I heard a knock on the apartment door. I wasn’t even thinking consciously about what had happened the day before, yet at the sound of an unexpected knock I immediately started shaking, sweating and could feel my pulse beating out of my skin. A completely involuntary response, and obviously irrational. I mean, it’s not like they were going to send a constable to escort me out of my apartment within 24 hours of receiving the notice. But that’s how my body responded. Within the space of two seconds after a knock on the door, I went through an entire scenario of “oh my God, I’m going to be homeless again and I’m broke and I have a car issues so now I don’t even have a car to sleep in….” So not “normal,” so not rational. And even though I knew that and the thought was fleeting and not even fully formed or fully conscious, my body still responded to the intense“threat.“
I share this because I know a lot of us had these kind of seemingly outsized and difficult to explain responses to things after BD, or after our spouses subjected us to horrendous treatment, and this will resonate with folks here.
Hypervigilance is bone tired, soul sucking exhausting. I don’t “overreact” to things in an outward way that people would notice or recognize, and I don’t react to everything. But when I do react, it’s not voluntary or on a conscious level. Even after so much therapy and work on myself, some things are just so deeply embedded.
This also makes me think of some really bizarre things I read here about MLCers doing and I wonder if some of their wacky behaviors are sometimes a response to a past trauma being triggered or a hypervigilant response to an unconscious “threat,” and maybe that’s why they sometimes seem like they are not even fully aware of what they’re doing or why. Just a thought…
A song I no longer blast while driving:
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https://youtu.be/amd_5VoVt1I
The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you shall be free. ~ Margaret Atwood