A lot of veterans with PTSD can’t stop watching war movies. It is very common for people with PTSD to have trouble avoiding media that involves the subject of their trauma. If I see a documentary on cults or religion or bible history, I will watch it obsessively. I can’t watch movies like “Passion of the Christ” because I can’t watch violence without becoming seriously upset inside for hours. So, I generally stick to documentaries, etc.
This is compulsive behavior for me, and since I got dealt OCD from my PTSD and have been living in a lot of stress with a new job and no stuff… It’s been acting up. Like my eating disorder and trichotillomania (2 not 1 for those keeping track at home) have been acting up. I’ve been really angry for this mess of wiring in my head, and I’m still hunting for a good fit in a therapist.
“Well, you’re in the Bible belt”, is something I hear a lot at work. And I need to learn to not let my compulsions out of my mouth via words at work. Because one of the most successful industries here is the “church industry”, and I have been tasked with a project involving the “church industry”. I could have turned it down in the beginning, but I didn’t want to and I was so intrigued. But it would have been the most self-loving thing to do.
While working on this project, it’s brought a lot of churchy energy around me. People see me working with media and iconography. I am really into it, because I am marketing to churches and I can’t wait to see if it works. I am so fascinated by this challenge, you know and nauseated. People come into my work space and talk and then they talk to me about their faith. I should probably put up some kind of boundary, but I don’t because I am sickly fascinated by how every one of them has translated and integrated a book differently. It’s so interesting.
Yesterday was a hard day though. I got whistled at in the hall. I believe this was meant as a compliment. I almost lost my shit. To me it feels like. Don’t forget that someone is always watching you. Even when you think you are alone in a hallway, someone is watching you and sexualizing you. Don’t forget you are never safe. I told my coworker and he said that was an awesome compliment and he wishes he would get whistled at. So that sucked. Yesterday when this coworker said, “well you’re in the Bible belt…” I told him that I never wanted suspenders so bad.
Then when wrapping up phase 1 of my project (yay I get a break!!!). Someone was talking to me about their beliefs and it was ok. He’s an animated talker. I was sitting, he was standing. He was talking about how people think that god the father will punish us forever in hell. Then he said, “would a father punish a child forever?” When he said that he was moving his arm for dramatic effect, his arm was over my head and I was looking up. This had the effect of making me very small feeling. His arm was coming down repeatedly (like ten times) and his hand was in the exactly grip that Pastor’s was when he was holding the PVC pipe.
I didn’t cry.
I talked to him about his loving views. He smiled and went away. Defense systems passed the test and all was well. I came home about 5 hours later and lost my shit. It was a bad day at work. I didn’t want to go to bed, because we can’t sleep together and I really wanted to snuggle up. So I’m up after 4.5 hours sleep ready to bang out the last day of the work week. Tired, fragile.