I always think its weird, that when I think about what happened, I imagine that I’m watching myself. And I know this is somewhat normal for traumatic experiences. Dissociation, derealization, whatever it is. I don’t even remember where it hurt that day but I just remember watching myself in that situation.
The most recent one, which I am so proud of myself to say was a year ago and not any more recent than that because I have cut myself off, all I could remember was the frenzy in your face, the pain in my gut, and the calm & terrifying look of joy in your face once you were satisfied after doing what you did and saying what you said.
All the other times, I remember through flashes of mental imagery. My glasses on the floor. Puddles of water. The bed a mess. Locked doors, of the car, the house. Drinks spilled over the cupboard, the clothes. Your laughter seeing me feel helpless.
For months, I imagined seeing you and I imagined feeling the pain. Over and over again. A nightmare I couldn’t escape. Stuck on a loop in my head.
Now, I still get so much anxiety from just wanting to walk outside. Terrified you are watching. Waiting. Ready to pounce.
When I forget to lock the door properly, I immediately imagine you coming. It’s not even an arbitrary robber, it’s immediately you. Some nights I get so scared I even lock my own room door even tho I live alone. Just in case I need the double protection.