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If Youre Truly a HSP, person, it's almost a Core feature of SELF, but if Youve been Shamed for being like that, it can become an Exile/Young part, and when it shows up, It's really Dysregulated and LOUD!

I have so much anxiety. A lot of people are of the mind, "deal with the route cause and then the anxiety will go away". But not if the Root Cause is literally being too human, too sensitive, ........ that's not going anywhere. I'm anxious because I have intense feelings, and I have intense feelings, and thousands of thoughts, all having been suppressed. I'm anxious because I"m human, and this part is carrying all of it, all the shame, all the anxiety.

IT's this Core-Exile (I"m calling it that for lack of a better word) , that's an essential part of who I am. But ,because it was massively Shamed, and then suppressed , then it grew into a problem child. Had the emotions of someone who feels things acutely, as an HSP, allowed to breath, OUT LOUD, there would have been adaptations made, possibly accomodations....a release valve, something, other than shoving into a shame box.

As a result, I carry pronounced Anxiety because I know I literally cant' suppress my humanity forever............however overly sensitive it is.

I don't know where Im going with this, but I want to say that this Part, this exile, makes me feel so anxious, ............it does not respond well to ..."only indoor voices" because the feelings are powerful, have been building up for decades. It's leaking out of every seam of my being. I feel like if anything , I need to find a way to express this Core self, .........More, ........and Louder......not less.............but in appropriate settings......in a more .....idk....better way to find out what it wants .....what it wants to say? Why is she so upset?

I contemplated screaming in my car. There have been times that the frustration and sheer energy it's taken all my life to suppress myself, is now causing all those emotions to leak out sideways, and makes me very intense. ...........and now my Anxiety is off the Charts.

Does anyone else have a part like this, with Big Emotions, Young feelings, who's frustrated and sooo anxious?

It's not even that there's a voice in my head telling this part to quiet down, and stop making a scene. It's thinking I'm perfectly fine and normal, and yet the anxiety is building, because this part is feeling and thinking so many things.....when I allow it to leave the house, when usually I sequester it at home...........and it just .............Shows Up.

LIke this.........."HI!" "DID YOU SEE THAT DOG! I LOVE DOGS!"

Then I go out and I assume I'm fine. Next thing you know something catches my eye, and it's like I've let a wild animal out of its cage, and "WOW, look at that", and I want to die.

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u/Dead_Reckoning95 — 3 hours ago

How to show love and compassion to your parts on bad days

Hi all,

There are days i feel compassion for my parts and my system. And i will also tell them that and sit with them. I will have deep compassion and acceptance.

But there are other days I just cannot feel that and I will feel hatred or resentment or feel stuck with the same parts and system.

What do i do on those days? Do i just fake compassion or do i show my hatred for them? If i show compassion then i am faking it. I i show hatred/resentment then I feel like they feel hurt/sad as they were just coping. How do u guys deal with this?

Additional question: why do we feel one day deep compassion to our parts and system, but on other days we feel the opposite?

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u/samsonscomputer — 8 hours ago

I wrote a poem for the little girl in me and I would like to share with everyone

I was stuck mourning the girl I was ten years ago.

The girl who didn’t know death.
The girl who wanted to be loved.
The girl who wanted to be heard.
The girl who longed to be acknowledged.

I was stuck mourning the girl I was six years ago.

The girl who was fiercely independent.
The girl who woke up motivated.
The girl who created without fear.
The girl who loved with her whole heart.
The girl who could find laughter in almost anything.

But today, I wasn’t mourning her.
Today, I found myself loving her.
Today, I sat beside her.
Today, I became curious.

I sat.
I listened.
I acknowledged instead of avoiding.

I realized I love the girl I sit with.

She is beautiful, yet intimidating.
She is courageous, yet sometimes arrogant.
She is curious, yet cautious.
She is compassionate, yet guarded.

And then something shifted.

Today, she no longer felt intimidating.
She no longer seemed arrogant.
She no longer looked so cautious.
She no longer felt guarded.

Instead, I saw myself.
She carries the same compassion I do.
The same anger I do.
The same beautiful, complicated mind I do.

She was never someone I needed to outgrow.
She was someone I needed to come back to.

So today, I sit with this little girl.

I don’t push her away.
I don’t silence her.
I don’t avoid her.

I sit.
I feel.
I listen.
I acknowledge.
I love.
Because that is all she has ever wanted.
Not to be fixed.
Not to be forgotten.
Only for me to sit beside her and truly listen.

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u/Nahomie666 — 9 hours ago

(Disturbing) Part that had sex with another part, before “killing” him?

This happened a few days ago. I fear it is too complex to get into without oversharing, but I’ll try.

First, I’m a low-income individual on Medicare, still searching for a therapist who understands IFS since the old one moved. I also have preverbal, early verbal trauma related to severe institutional abuse, other neurodivergencies.

This session started with a nightly “check-in” that unraveled into a full-blown conversation with a part based off a sleepwalking character from a silent film. There was also a choppy, black and white movie effect. I was in the observer role, or Self. I asked him to show me his thoughts and feelings. A pareidolia pattern on the ceiling turned into a viewing gallery. (I really need to get that checked for water damage…) Suddenly, a mirror of my actual self emerged. Like a new participant in our session, but I was still an observer as well, so… not me at the same time? It was odd, still, I understand all parts signal something about ourselves.

But she took full-bodied, unapologetic control. It was hard to watch. Even though this part looked like me, I did not feel she represented me, my aims, my goals, etc., and was not “Self-like.“ Moments later, upon “waking,” she suddenly accused the sleepwalker part of rape via hypnosis, then strangled him in rage, even though he‘d been as passive as a puppet - he even let her kill him.

I tried to pause it when it escalated into violence, only for her to resume it by force. The last thing I saw before two high-level parts - uninvolved up to this point - pulled the plug, was that “He was killed by his Master.” And then it was over. The old movie filter was gone. I recall asking if any of it was ever real. They basically told me yes but to pretend it was fake. I wrote as much of it down immediately in case I’d forget later.

That night I only slept three hours. Right after waking, I saw the sleepwalker again, but blended, perhaps. He seemed troubled. Later, I couldn’t return to that place in my mind at all. But he intrudes with semi-regular frequency without resolution now - he barely answers to me, just makes sad faces, mostly. The one time he did answer, I forgot the context it was attached to.

A note that in the old movie he was from, the protagonist (a different character) was revealed to be a delusional asylum patient all along. I only watched it once at 15-16 despite being an old film lover because the whole thing made me feel horribly ill on a level beyond artistry (as in, it was intentional film design, but I didn’t like it and didn’t know why I didn’t like it). Related, I guess.

If you read this far, thanks. I’m looking for any and all advice and insights applicable to my situation. I’m in a bit of a bind, but trying to remain open-minded.

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u/Electronic_Pipe_3145 — 7 hours ago

what to do with parts I like? do I have to unburden them?

i found this part I call "peter pan". it's a kid that doesn't want to grow up. it is my favorite out of all my parts, and much like with a favorite child, I let it get away with way too much. I am a grown adult with grown children and I have witnessed my childish behavior hurt and embarrass them. but I just don't want to let this part go.

perhaps it's not me, but another part that doesn't want to let go?

anyway I just had a conversation with "Peter" and the part told me growing up is boring and not fun and why would I want it to hold back.

most of the parts until now that I have encountered were parts with some kind of pain, and I got used to trying to get to the bottom of it, trying to unburden the part, etc. but this one--it is all joy and mischief and it doesn't seem to have any painful memories just wants to make my life more fun. so I am not sure how to work with it.

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u/Iamoldsowhat — 11 hours ago

How many child parts do you have?

In IFS therapy for about a year now, and I do see improvement for sure, especially in my internal communication. I’ve definitely got more parts that I haven’t gotten to meet yet (only know them from bodily sensations/involuntary reactions, so I know they’re there but I haven’t actually figured out who they are) but I have 7 parts that I can usually find/communicate with if they need my attention. Out of these 7, 4 are kids, 1 is a teenager, and 2 are adults. This seems like a high proportion of younger parts to me!

I’m just curious to see how many little parts other people have! I really like having so many child parts, it feels a lot easier to communicate with them, but I do worry about how much work they have to do in helping maintain our emotions. Interested to hear what other people have to say about their child parts and their roles in the system!

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u/lexebug — 12 hours ago

Struggling to check in with my parts between therapy sessions, even though I know it would help

I've been in IFS therapy for about a year and I feel I'm making good progress, particularly in the sessions themselves. However, I struggle to check in with my parts between sessions, and I feel that that is hindering my progress.

I think of my parts as children, and when I spend time with them in Self it is very calming for them: it makes them feel seen, heard and safe, and my life is much easier as a result.

However, if I don't spend any time with them all week, they feel neglected and try to MAKE themselves heard, e.g. my protectors will get very loud with self-criticism, or my exiles will make me feel very sad/lonely.

I know that I probably need to spend maybe 20 minutes a day sitting with them all, listening to them, and bringing some Self energy to them, so that they feel safe and calm. And yet I find this kind of solo inner work almost impossible. Can anyone relate?

I guess I have a part who struggles with stillness/silence/solitude, which I should investigate...

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u/Youknowkitties — 13 hours ago

Emotional regulation and avoidance

I notice that I avoid doing things because of the emotional experience I think I will have.

Like, anything I am not familiar with or havent done before. Things that will force me to grow. Things where I will have to show up differently than I am used to.

Does IFS help with emotional regulation and avoidance behavior?

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u/Specialist-Ear-6997 — 20 hours ago

Still struggling with blankness and not getting a response from parts/not feeling anything there

I posted in this sub a few weeks ago about struggling with IFS after a few months of trying it with my therapist and reading just about everything I could find on the subject (I'm 7 books deep now!)

Still having a lot of trouble relating to the language that the books use, especially anything around "seeing" or "hearing" from a part, and honestly still struggling with even identifying any parts in me somatically. I can logically deduce that certain parts exist and can name them as the emotion I'm feeling (Frustration, Overwhelm, etc) but can't get much past that. Whenever I try to do an IFS meditation by myself, nothing comes to me after I close my eyes and try to take stock of my bodily sensations or search my mind for a presence. It's like sitting in a totally dark room and going "hello? hello??" and getting nothing in response, and I'm struggling to even identify sensations in my body beyond my chronic pain in my shoulders and neck that never goes away. I mean, I can feel my butt in my seat, but I highly doubt that the sensation is trying to "tell" me anything, you know?

I wanted to come back and request more guidance because I found a few old posts from others dealing with similar issues, and it led me to finding this exercise in "The Self-Led Internal Family Systems Workbook" by Tanis Allen about dealing with "blankness" when attempting IFS.

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(I hope it's okay to include screenshots here)

At first I was excited to find this exercise, it seemed like finally someone was really understanding and ready to address the challenge that I've been experiencing! But almost immediately upon reading it, I found myself really frustrated with the language being used and how different this example is to my experience trying to work with the "blankness" that I'm coming up against. First, the author writes all of their examples as a conversation, like they are hearing a distinct separate voice in their head and that voice is talking back and forth with them. This really doesn't resonate with me at all, I only hear my normal internal narrative in my head and when I try to "converse" like this with what I think might be a part, I just get absolutely nothing back. I could relate to the part where Frustration and Confusion came in, as those are definitely emotions that come up whenever I'm trying an IFS exercise and running up against a blank inner world, but even then, I certainly don't "hear" them saying anything to me like the author describes. Then I got really frustrated reading the part where the author started conversing with the blankness and got images projected from that "part." Not once in any of my attempts at an IFS session have I gotten images, sounds, shapes, etc. coming to me.

Some previous commenters have pointed out that I might be taking the language too literally, but every single one of the IFS books I've read uses the same words -- "what is this part TELLING you?" "what IMAGES come to mind?" At one point this author explicitly says "I'm experiencing this part as a voice in my head." None of this connects for me.

When I try to do some somatic work and take stock of my bodily sensations, it's like there's nothing going on in my body at all, but every book also emphasizes that you have to start from a bodily sensation to "locate" a part. When I'm particularly triggered in my day-to-day life, I get bodily sensations like tension in my neck and jaw, tightness around my eyes, the burning of tears behind my eyes, etc. but it doesn't ever seem to come up when I'm sitting and trying to intentionally take stock or meet those parts. I've tried triggering emotions in myself to work with them, but the sensations seem to disappear as soon as I give them any attention, which really makes it impossible to "be with" those sensations/parts or dig deeper with them.

I think I might have met one part in a therapy session the other week, it was a very interesting experience. I said one sentence to my therapist and suddenly there were tears welling up in my eyes out of nowhere, and we then took the rest of the session to sit with that feeling and eventually try to calm it down so I could go about the rest of my day after the session. The more I sat with the sadness, the bigger it got, and the stronger I could feel tension in my face and jaw and eyes. But for the whole hour we spent with it, I swear that part had absolutely nothing to share with me in any meaningful way that I can figure, except that it was there. I left feeling calmer but pretty sullen for the rest of the day, and I've spent the past week trying to do anything meaningful with the experience or duplicate that result to no end. Speaking out loud seems to be the only thing that has helped me conjure a part, if that's actually what happened, but I don't know what to do with that from here. More talk therapy??

I'm also still really stuck on the idea of a part "stepping back," something my therapist has asked parts to do before. I've tried it with myself as well, but it's hard to get to that step when I can't even "find" a part in my body to work with. Frustration is what comes up the most often (aside from the blankness) and I've tried to work with that frustration but just feel like I'm shouting into the void. Can anyone describe what the heck it feels like for a part to "step back," so I can better understand it? When my therapist or I try to "ask" a part to "step back," nothing seems to happen, but I'm also not sure I've ever found a part in order to really try it.

Just feeling really stuck and like none of the language in any of the IFS books I've found makes sense to me intuitively, and I know this is supposed to be a really intuitive practice. A few people suggested on my previous post that I give up on IFS and try something else, but I've tried several different modalities and don't feel like I'm getting anywhere in therapy. I have deep abandonment wounds and past trauma to work through and so many people believe that IFS is the most powerful way to work with those issues. I want to remain hopeful, but I'm starting to feel skepticism and defeat taking over any interest and hope I had. When even the examples of what to do with my "blankness" don't resonate/sound alien to me, what do I do?

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u/Junkology — 1 day ago

How long did it take for you to find the right IFS therapist ?

I feel so discouraged right now. Im starting to take the idea seriously that I don’t know what to do and I need someone’s help. Im starting to reach out to any therapist that may be able to help me and that is certified. How long did it take for you to find your therapist and to finally get the help and clarity you need?

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u/Technical_Step4410 — 1 day ago

Whenever I try to give up pornography/masturbation I run into trouble

I'm still learning about IFS therapy from the Self-Therapy book by James Earley and it's been pretty good. I have been having success with letting go of a lot of anger and phobias with IFS so far. I've also been doing pretty well at reframing things for my parts. That is, until it's time to deal with my porn and masturbation problem. When I ask about it, I start getting very nervous and even restless. Almost like I can talk about everything and anything else with my parts, except that. And it makes me very upset. Part of me wants to give up the porn for good, and another part of me is addicted to it. But it goes deeper than this. Because I also suffer from tactile hallucinations that have been very sexual and can even keep me up at night. And one of the triggers that started it was wanting to give up porn and masturbation a little over 3 years ago. So is this a part of me that just really doesn't want to stop looking at it, or is this possibly a demon or something? What's going on and what exactly should I do about this?

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u/BigMike3333333 — 1 day ago

I’m new to IFS. I feel like a part of me was programmed to mimic my abusers. I don’t know what this is.

I’m new to IFS but as I slowly stepped away from some forms of abuse, I look back on all of my feelings, thoughts and behaviours and they feel alien to me. I kind of feel split right now where I have “me” and then a part that is the copy of my abusers, down to the facial expression, phrases, how I treat my loved ones. I mean “I” was literally fighting with that part over control of my face as that part wanted to smile watching someone else’s pain and it freaks me out. I’m also aware of other parts, especially a 1 year old part.

I don’t know what this is but it feels like I’m waking up from a coma where I get glitches of consciousness but otherwise I’m fully dissociated or have to share space with this part that is just like my abuser. It just feels alien and foreign to me now, like my mind and body have been programmed by abusers and I get glitches of my real self. How do I stop this?

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u/tobe19045 — 1 day ago

I used IFS and developed severe panic attacks

And I mean MASSIVE unbearable panic attacks.

was working with one of my parts and realized afterward that I had pushed it beyond what it was ready for. During the session, I suddenly became extremely, extremely tired.

Afterward, I experienced severe panic attacks for several days, so intense that I seriously considered admitting myself to a psychiatric hospital.

Eventually, I realized that the panic attacks are connected to having crossed one of the part’s boundaries. I returned to the part with more care, and since then the panic has decreased by about 70%. It’s still there and still very distressing, but it’s no longer as overwhelming as it was.

The part I worked with was depression and another part was anger. I don’t know if the information helps.

At this point, I’m not sure how to move forward, so I’d really appreciate any advice. If you’re an IFS practitioner and think you might be able to help, I’d also love to set up a call.

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u/Butterscotch8758 — 1 day ago

How to know whether you are ready to approach a certain trauma/exile(s)?

Hi friends. I’m writing this in hopes to get some wisdom from all of you and your kind Selves.

Context: My usual (IFS-trained) therapist is on leave so I’ve been working with another therapist for the past month, and probably for the next two months. I worked with her for three years in the past, so she’s not a total stranger, but it’s been a while.

This week, I tried to bring up a major trauma in therapy and just begin working towards working on it, since it affects me a lot. I’ve been avoiding it for a while. We didn’t even talk about the event. I just talked about why i wanted to work on it, how it affects me today, my cycle of breakdowns around it.

But in the middle of the session I really shut down: I felt really, really sleepy, and kind of nonverbal, like I didn’t care about what my therapist was saying and totally disengaged from her. We tried regrounding stuff, but I just couldn’t come back.

It’s two days later and I’ve spent the past two days feeling really bad. A lot of crying, sleepiness, depressive symptoms. Which happens to be the same stuff I experienced in the months right after the trauma.

I guess I’m wondering, does this all mean I’m not ready to work on it? Maybe my system wants more time. Or maybe this is a normal part of the process and I can work with the shutdown-y parts.

Or maybe, I’m not connected enough to my interim therapist like I am to my actual one (who is coming back in two months). Maybe I should take a step back and wait for my more trusted therapist to return. But I’m starting law school in 6 weeks and I think my capacity/space for deep processing will be lower. which also worries me, navigating this trauma while in school🤕

I’m feeling lost and could use your guys’s perspective. There’s a part of me that really doesn’t want to look at the trauma again and retrigger myself and stuff. But I don’t know. What does readiness look like?

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u/Big_Wrongdoer359 — 1 day ago

sometimes knowing you have parts can make things annoying (meme included)

I have been pretty emotional as of recent. I have had a few parts who have been dominating some conversations to include:

A critical part that is calling me names and focusing on my weight as a negative, all encompassing thing. I've had moments where I cannot shake this bully who continues to tell me I am "gross" and that I look horrible in every picture and in real time moments. After running in circles about my physical appearance it decides to switch up on me and transitions to saying some nasty stuff along the lines that "no one cares about you."

Sadness quickly comes up and get's suppressed by a distractor part after this run in with the critic. It is almost like I am running away from the feelings that come up the second I get the chance, because who in the hell wants to think about all that?

Anyway if I didn't know about this work I would probably just continue to work in tandem with my distraction/numbing part. I'd be praised for working through my stuff so well while continuing to rinse and repeat the cycle.

Although I am very annoyed right now and I feel very burned out, truthfully I know what I need to do. I need to talk to these parts and limit the brawl between distractor, sadness, and the critic.

Just needed to get this out to stay accountable. As the title says life would be "easier" if i didn't have to do the fucking work... but alas, this work will pay off even if it is terrifying right now.

To anyone else going through this right now just know I'm right there with you, pissed off about having to do it but understanding deep down this work is good for me and will get me where I want to be.

Thanks for listening enjoy my silly meme :)

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u/Budget-Ad-2636 — 1 day ago

Has anyone read Others Within Us?

It’s a book about parts that aren’t ours inside our system. There are a lot of different themes in this book, about how different cultures view “spirits” etc but the main idea is that the writer Robert Falconer studied people through an IFS framework (Richard Schwartz writes the intro, they are colleagues) for years and deduced that sometimes people have parts that did not originate from their own system.

It’s a mind bender of a book and very long but his accounts of people genuinely experiencing parts as being not of themselves really helped me.

I watched my ex have a psychotic break a few years ago and after that I went deep into IFS to make sense of my inner world. I found several parts in my system that were not mine and my therapist helped me remove them and return them to my ex.

Anyone else experience this or read this book?

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u/Makermom14 — 2 days ago

Has Anyone Ever Experienced the Feeling of "Losing Control" Doing IFS Work?

Trigger warnings: Narcissistic abuse, emotional abuse, suicidal ideation, self-harm

I have been doing IFS work for around a year at this point, and I have been identifying my exiles. After getting in touch with my unseen exile, I have started crying uncontrollably in my therapist's office (which I have never done), to the point where she asked me to return that same week. Today, I was yelling, borderline screaming, about what's going on in my life; I was crying, throwing tissues into the bin, standing up to pace before immediately sitting down, while meanwhile pausing twice to tell my therapist: "I'm not angry with you. I don't know what's come over me." Whenever they take hold, it's like I am terrified and see myself drowning and sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Has anyone else experienced this?

How I Was Feeling a Year Ago (Baseline):

I created something to describe what I learned in my first three years of therapy before I started IFS work (attached).

Parts Mapping:

Exile Protector Firefighter
Anger: Comes from the protest of being wronged, inability for my child self to say no, primary cause: emotional abuse Empathy: Dissolving rage by focusing on the person that hurt me (parent, partner, etc.), fawn response Binge Eating: Whenever triggered, I would unconsciously eat and eat to numb the pain
Grief: mourning what was never received or encouraged, primary cause: emotional neglect Feelings of Helplessness/Hopelessness: If I don't know what I want (indecisive), I can't grieve not getting it. If nothing will change, there's no loss to feel. Feelings of confusion numb the pain. Flooding: This is where it gets tricky, but I think my crying spells have been an attempt to halt access to grief and my unseen parts
The Unseen/Unheld: the core wound, no one is coming, I don't matter, I'll never see real love or be prioritized The Analytical Researcher/Perfectionist: If I am competent enough, prepared enough, knowledgeable enough, I can outrun being hurt and will be chosen because I'm indispensable. Engaging in Hookup Culture: Increasingly erratic/wild behavior

What I've Studied in Therapy:

Just for information, here is what I've focused on in the four years I've been in therapy. Wanna see how thorough my researcher/perfectionist part is? I've read like 35 books at this point and journaled hundreds of pages. Lol, he's a fun time (no, seriously, I told him I love him and thank you for getting me this far).

  • Modalities:
    • CBT
    • IFS (current)
    • EMDR (starting)
  • Areas of Study:
    • Attachment Theory: Shifted From Anxious Preoccupied > Earned Secure
    • Psychological Maltreatment: Emotional Abuse/Emotional Neglect
    • Family Systems Theory: Family Roles, Enmeshment, Undifferentiated Family Ego Mass, Parentification
    • Narcissistic Abuse: Gaslighting, DARVO, etc.
    • Boundary Setting: Self-Differentiation, Internal Locus of Control
    • Self-Compassion: Self-Kindness, Common Humanity, Mindfulness
    • Internal Family Systems: Firefighters, Protectors, Exiles
    • Nervous System States: Social Engagement, Fight or Flight, Fawn, Freeze
    • Other: Crucial Conversation Framework, EQ Framework, Self-Esteem, Psychosomatic Health, Shadow Work, Erikson's Stages of Development, Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, Historical Works of Philosophy/Poetry

What I Went Through/How We Got Here:

In my early adulthood, my Mom straight up out of the blue told me that she wanted to abort me but that family pressure stopped her from going through with it. She said it to me when we were alone, and I was dumbfounded. I told my Step-Dad what she said, and he didn't believe me. Fast forward a year, and she's crying in family therapy, and she's crying in front of the family therapist, saying: "You were always my gifted kid. So special, and I always loved you." And I'm watching, speechless, as the family therapist laps up everything she said. My personal therapist straight up said: "That's gaslighting." That's what made me realize that I experienced straight-up narcissistic abuse.

My memories of childhood are not that good. I remember my Mom and my Step-Dad were yelling and fighting every other day up until I left the house. They were always cursing. My Mom would yell obscenities about my biological Father and tell me to never listen to a word he said. She also refused to speak to him and his partner because my Dad's partner confronted her behavior. I remember talking on the phone with my Dad when I was little and playing telephone and telling my Mom when he wanted to see me, since she couldn't schedule with them on her own. I remember having a nightmare when I was a small kid that I was on a dark playground with one streetlamp working. My Mom was pushing me on the swing set. I turn around, and she doesn't have a face. She starts chasing me, and the second I go outside the area streetlamp illuminates, there isn't any ground, and I fall into an abyss.

I have been talking to my Dad and his now ex-partner about this time. I literally just learned like a week ago that she'd throw away all the presents my Dad got me since I was a baby. Apparently, she'd tell him: "Oh, he wasn't using it, so we got rid of it." Jackets, toys, etc. All down the trash. Apparently, that's why my Dad held onto my stuff, so when he would pick me up, I'd have it. When I was a teenager, she'd tell me: "He's just getting you that camping gear so he and his girlfriend can use it when you're not there. It's not even really for you."

I also just found out like a couple weeks ago that my Dad ACTUALLY paid child support. Mom always told me that he hadn't. My Dad's ex-partner told me on a recent call: "Oh, I would've never dated someone who didn't pay his child support. He made payments the entire time we dated. Just ask your Dad." Anyways, I call my Dad, and he says: "Yeah, when your Mom wanted to move out of state, she wanted to settle out of court. She told me: you can keep track of your travel experiences taking time off work/traveling out of state, and then if they exceed your required payment amount, then we can forego them." For context, my Dad was taking unpaid time off and only has a high school education. Anyways, he agrees to my Mom moving out of state, and he helps drive the moving truck to our new house out of state. He's with my Mom and my Step-Dad during the move, and she demands the child support payment, denies the existence of her previous verbal agreement, and starts crying to my Step-Dad about the situation in front of my Dad.

Here's how things went from there. I remember crying to my Mom when I was a little kid, but she was so angry about something I had said or done that she ignored me for a week. I would cry and have my arms outstretched to her, but she'd look down at me and frown and step back from me. She only talked to me again after I apologized over and over. I don't even remember what I did. I remember having to beg to do music in elementary school. I remember looking up how much the instrument cost and saying I wanted to join the school band/orchestra and giving a whole presentation about why it was a good idea (hello researcher/perfectionist part, nice to see you). After bothering her for a long time, I finally got my instrument, and I was so happy. Only to be followed by: "Wow, you sound terrible." and "I always hated Classical music." and "You never practice, what a shame." I ended up giving up.

My Mom and Step-Dad were always working. To the point where I was always the last kid to be picked up from school. I would wait in the library for two hours after school. When I was little, I could tell the front office workers and librarian did not like me. It was like this from elementary school to high school. Kids would make fun of me and say my parents must not love me (ironic now that my Mom has told me she never wanted me). Anyways, we'd come home, they'd fight about what was happening for dinner, and I would shut myself in my room to study. They said I was so gifted, to the point where they couldn't figure out my homework anymore, so they just signed me up for honors classes, and I had to fend for myself basically. The house was always dirty (borderline hoarder), and my Mom was always saving animals off the street, so we had like 10 cats/dogs at any given time, along with lizards and snakes and stuff. It was so stressful.

I was expected to get up, help my siblings get up, make myself breakfast, make them breakfast, pack my lunch, all before school. Sometimes if I didn't hear my parents shout from across the house, they'd say: "Oh, you must not have heard us when we shouted, so we didn't get you any takeout for dinner. You can go find something in the fridge." When I woke up late on Saturdays (because I stayed up late gaming on Friday nights avoiding them), they'd say: "Oh, you woke up late, so we didn't make you breakfast."

I stopped asking for help. I would cry myself to sleep all the time. I got so depressed, I stopped eating. And then at that point, they took me to weekly weigh-ins with my PCP, who'd look at the scale and told me: "Just eat more." At this point, my parents suspected I was gay, and they signed me up for sports, which I did for years and HATED. And ironically the men I was surrounded with were homophobic and the instructor was also homophobic and held me back from progressing with my peers.

My Step-Dad would humiliate me in public when I was bad. My Mom would humiliate me in front of my family on my birthday, getting me a children's book about the importance of positivity on my birthday when I was a teenager, ordering me to read it to my family in story-tale fashion in front of everyone. I was told I was "depressing", "sensitive", I was called a "dick" and a "slut" even though I hadn't even slept with anyone by seventeen.

When I was a teenager, my Dad disappeared for years as he helped his partner take care of her physically abusive and emotionally abusive mother, who was in end-of-life care, and he took on a bunch of credit card debt. At that point, I started to believe everything my Mom had ever said about him 'cause he wasn't in my life for years. It wasn't until confronting him in adulthood that I realized the truth: he didn't want me to think less of him as his son.

When I graduated college, I wanted to move out of state, but my Mom said: "If you get a job in-state and stay with us, we'll keep you on our health insurance and car insurance." At that point, I almost escaped to graduate school in Europe, sadly, I listened and stayed. As soon as I landed my job, they kicked me off their insurance. "We never made that promise," they said. Meanwhile, my siblings (who are older than I was at that time) are still being taken care of as their dependents.

There was a time when my parents were in a potentially life-threatening situation, and I picked them up in my car, saving their lives (I wanna spare the details). They refused to listen to my advice, refused to call 911, the whole shabang. When I called the local police department asking them to interview my parents and get a police report on file about the day prior, my parents yelled at me so bad I had to leave the house and stay with a friend. We were robbed when I was a kid too, lol.

My Mom forbade me from talking about my college degree at home. She said it was depressing and she didn't want to hear about it. I remember sharing with them my professional internship work in college, and her and my Step-Dad didn't even bother to look at it.

I dated emotionally abusive men. And men that weren't involved. And when I would bring them home to meet my parents for the first time, my parents would make fun of me in front of my boyfriends, telling them how needy I was as a kid and recounting as many embarrassing stories as possible. And my last ex didn't believe me when I said I was abused as a kid (I discovered last year in therapy what emotional neglect and abuse are and now I feel stupid). Before the breakup, he told me I'd been so depressing to be around for months (this was after starting IFS therapy) and that my Mom was right; he wished I'd just shut up so he could eat dinner in peace. I broke up with him. I saw a psychiatrist and got diagnosed with ADHD.

I started to understand the narcissistic abuse, the emotional neglect, emotional abuse, the malignant normalcy, everything. I realized that all my friends from before and exes had been incredibly toxic and narcissists and so many things. I dated a guy briefly in the last year and he held me when I cried, and I realized he was the first person to ever do that. I started looking at wedding rings without telling him, I texted him good morning everyday, I wrote down his favorite flower, coffee order, everything in my Notes app. But he decided to pursue a career change and told me to see other people. I realized later in therapy that I was in an over-giving dynamic, and I need someone who sees me weekly and prioritizes me.

Anyways, this is the part of the story that leads to where I am now. I told my Mom off and said: "I refuse to talk to you again unless we're in a family therapy office." And so we're in the family therapy office, and I find out my sister was cutting herself for years and was going to kill herself. When I was a teenager, I literally told my parents: "There is something wrong with her. I think she's depressed. She needs a therapist." And they told me: "You're a dumb kid. You don't know what you're talking about. Stop backseat parenting." And then my Mom would turn up the radio so loud I couldn't talk to them in the car. Well, now I am learning all these years later I was right. There was something wrong. I almost lost my sister.

I started having weekly panic attacks. My psychiatrist diagnosed me with PTSD and apologized for not diagnosing it sooner (I think I subconsciously hid my symptoms from her). Seeing my sister like this, I couldn't deny how bad my childhood was anymore. I failed a class for graduate school two semesters in a row. I've never failed or had to withdraw from a class EVER IN MY LIFE. I have been crying like daily. I started seeing a trauma specialist. My family doesn't know about the panic attacks, PTSD, nothing. And they never will. They have lost access to my inner life, they're not safe, they'll never change I accept that. Blah blah blah. But then recently, I was hospitalized (for a non-mental health reason), and then I had to call my parents since they're my medical power of attorney. And I lost my shit. Like completely. I was like: I wish anyone else was here. I wish I wasn't alone. I wish I had a loving husband so I didn't have to go through this alone.

I've been talking to my unseen exile, and all he wants is a loving husband and to be a loving husband. But all my exes weren't there enough or were emotionally abusive, or they didn't believe me. It's hard to believe in love, and I'm scared. I'm on dating apps, and I'm like self-sabotaging, liking people that seem nice that I'm not even attracted to because they have thoughtful bios. Lord forbid I raise my standards to be someone that I'm attracted to AND is emotionally available AND is reciprocal. I worked so hard to get to earned secure attachment, and get a good job, and get and furnish my apt all nice, and adopt my pet, and I take music lessons, and have a bunch of friends. But I am struggling right now; I want to build something with someone. When I left my past relationship and have been living on my own, I cried when I realized I was feeling peace for the first time. I am not in a rush to give up my peace for the wrong person, but like also I don't want to fucking be in the hospital again and worried about dying and be all fucking alone.

Where I Am Right Now:

I am in so much pain. I am so tired of my friends telling me not to let my past stop me from having a beautiful present and future. Having me do gratitude exercises with them. It's like my pain is too uncomfortable for people, and because I'm a man, no-one wants to hug me or hold me or physically console me. It's awful. Horrible. My therapist asks me how I'm feeling, and I just say: "Horrible." I randomly cry silently in public now. I feel like a madman.

u/PlumTourmaline — 2 days ago

Neurodivergent solo IFS: How to maintain a hard-won somatic baseline after a major protector flare-up/boundary rupture

I have a highly instinctive, non-visual, non-verbal brain (Total Aphantasia, Anendophasia, Spatial-Kinesthetic Direct Processing). For a long time, I have been working with someone online to help me anchor my baseline state in Self using external, somatic anchors. It worked—I successfully established it as my new baseline.
However, during this intense process, I hit a point of severe physical exhaustion and dropped into a deep, hours-long dissociative state. While my conscious mind was entirely offline, a powerful, impulsive protector part took the wheel. Operating with eerie efficiency through pure muscle memory and subconscious drive, it became completely fixated on a deep fear/anxiety I had.
Because I was so deeply blended and dissociated, this part ended up crossing a boundary with the person I was working with. They have rightly and safely advised that they can no longer work with me.
I am devastated but I want to take full accountability and keep the progress I made. I need to know how to hold this somatic baseline on
my own without an external co-regulator.
Given my unique neurotype (no internal visuals or inner monologue—I process entirely through body sensation, space, and kinetics), where can I turn for solo IFS resources? How do I work with a powerful, automated "firefighter" part when my conscious mind completely checks out?

Any book recommendations, specific somatic exercises, or advice from practitioners who work with non-visual/non-verbal trauma processing would be deeply appreciated

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Managers, managers, managers!

So, the person who informed me that burdened parts are exiles also made a comment about firefighters often being connected to managers, and that the managers could be self-like parts...

Well, thanks again!

This firefighter is being "managed" by THREE parts... and she doesn't like that! We're really on the move now.

I had a couple of unexpected breakthroughs, and now I have a lot of inner work to do. I think this might help with my narcolepsy and migraine symptoms.

I love the people in this group. You all are almost always very compassionate, and say the most insightful things.

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u/Suitable-Data1189 — 2 days ago