+ADULT REACTIVE ATTACHMENT DISORDER: LIVING WITH IT

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It has been a week now since my brother left from his visit here.  My reactivity is finally starting to calm and settle down.  But what a ride and what a lot of work (and agony) it has taken to get to this point.  It feels like such a terrible waste of time, such a waste of my life when I could be doing OTHER living, to so often be triggered into the disruptions of a “traumastate” from events that have no present-day threat or trauma in them whatsoever.  I HATE this!

But this Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD) is real.  It is how my body was made and I was never offered an alternative.  Nor do I have one now.

I have various descriptive images popping into my mind this morning about what being triggered feels like to me:  Being a balloon filled with air — end untied — let loose I zip zoom spin twist and inevitably fall.  Being thrown upon the back of a powerful bucking horse for the duration of the ride.  Having a burn that even a few drops of water will hurt.  Experiencing a unique kind of limbic right brain kindling that brings “emotional seizures.”  Stepping over a threshold to find a floor that WAS there — GONE — and falling.  Walking a shaking high tightrope wire in a hurricane with no safety net.  Busy at a job and the ladder falls out from under.

Yet all the time I am aware that this is happening to me and I cannot easily stop it.  (I believe my mother’s brain changed with her mental illness to keep her from being able to be aware of her own “traumastates.”)

I am called to locate every piece of information I have ever found, every tool, to work as hard as I can to settle myself down, to sooth and ground myself, searching for a glimmer of calm and following that feeling in any way that I can.

But these reactive states steal away the time of my own life that SHOULD be going on instead.

Repeated horrific early traumas and chronic threat and terror built me this way.  As small and simple as my life is (much to my regret), I cannot avoid every trigger.  How can I live that carefully and have any overall quality of life or well-being?

When the “traumastate” is triggered I am in a state of emergency.  All my priorities have to shift and give way to just one:  Make this reactivity STOP!

Was there any other word I needed to scream for the first 18 years of my life other than — STOP?

Just as my own experience of myself in my ongoing life was repeatedly interrupted by trauma in my childhood, my ongoing self-life continues to be interrupted every time I am triggered now.  The sound of a door slamming, the shrill yap or loud bark of a neighbor’s dog, even the visit of my brother — nearly ANY disruption can create an anxious reaction that can so easily take off on a reactive diversionary track that shakes and spins me away from myself in my ongoing life.

How to get back to my SELF?  I will never stop learning how to do this because there is too much “trouble” built into me.  Living this way is a fulltime job — and no matter what good sports we survivors are, the truth is that what happened to us was a tragedy that causes a continuing tragedy for us and for those who love us for our entire lives.

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2 thoughts on “+ADULT REACTIVE ATTACHMENT DISORDER: LIVING WITH IT

  1. I am living the same conditions. Yet to see my oldest sister happy, whenever i visit, or whenever we 3 sisters go to have a cup of coffee in a gardencentre, also touches my heart. Nothing has changed, still noone seems to hear or listen to me, yet in a way there seems to be some progress, some healing. Even though i sit, totally dissociated, next to my second eldest sister when she went on a ragingquest.
    Even defending her reactions as a kind of normal response to someone’elses actions. I keep trying to practice compassion, knowing we were all harmed in that family of origin. And possibly even gratitude for my own journey, which led into so much knowledge, healingmethods and insight. Gratitude for my courage, to engage into transformation of all this shit. While all of my siblings lives seem to go on, relatively normal, but not quite.
    Familymembers are especially hard. My brother blew up, when i came to my brother in law’s funeral, after having been invited. I am not to be brought back into the family by my sister and my mother should have changed her will and disinherited me.
    You never wrote what happened with your brother. Getting triggered into a traumastate and not receiving support of siblings, loved ones, is an aloneness so devastating it is hard to find enough stability to go on with life. To even want to. Hope you can access all the tools you built over the years. Possibly our lives feel stagnant, or possibly we are the only hope for this world to move into its next paradigm. Where most live lies and secrets or just live in plain denial, we cannot afford but to live the truth. Ours!!

    • Yes! I don’t think we have the choice to stay alive in denial — our lives are exceptionally complicated. I don’t even know what happened when my brother came — to me — maybe just what you say, that our family is traumatized — period!!

      what i most need to do is settle down to return to where i was in the book writing – much will be revealed to me and through me as i continue to write — my brother is a part of that story — part of me DOES want to “make nice” — but I cannot be true to the truth and do that! It IS a struggle!!!! ah, life…..

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