Good morning Davit.Thank you for taking the time to post this.
My reaction to the idea of not opening this "can of worms" is that its not my choice. If I continue to ignore my inner child(s) I am stuck dissociating and my experiences are stilted - I do not 'connect' with people or myself. If I listen to my inner child, i feel a lot of pain. I could have used a good therapist right now. I am ANGRY capital A that the last one betrayed my trtust.
I can't even figure out how to be in social settings right now. If i am "myself" i am really out of it, and say awkward things. If I try to be someone I am not, I let myself down.
I am at home, alone, in a nice house with a nice laptop, with others who envy my ability to do this on a "workday". But I am in hell. How else to describe a desperate NEED to connect with someone, to be consoled and protected and heard and validated and not being able to do it for myself.
Ok. 2 days ago i was pretty upset about the idea that I am dissociative. Now I am gradually starting to accept that I had to become that way to surivive, and my accomplishments demonstrate all that was gained by dissociating. If , like another family member, I had wallowed without dissociating, I would not have a job or anything right now. Dissociating allowed me to get through school etc...
But what now? I dont need or want or can't even operate that same way anymore. I am thrown off daily as I try to function as a "whole" person when really I am still split and fragmented. No one around me understands or is coming to my aid.
In yoga I am told to let go of the tightness in my muscles but I refuse to. My inner child wants someone to know what that pain is from, no one knows and if I let go of it without ever getting a chance to express it, I feel invisible.
None of that is going to sound sane or reasonable to someone who doesn't understand about what a person will do to cope with pain and survive. In order to survive, I ignored the pain. for YEARS. many years. Decades. Now something has shifted, the way of splitting myself into different parts to survive isn't working anymore and i am at a loss. And again, I have asked for help, sought referrals but have been turned down, told i don't qualify for anything. Because the funding for mental health services where I live is pathetic.