I have often wondered what it would be like if I ever suddenly found myself stripped of this thick layer of emotional insulation that is DP.
Would I suddenly feel out in the open and exposed?
Vulnerable to all forms of danger?
Unable to face the realities and consequenses of this travesty that is my existense? (Especially at my age, when it's practically be too late to begin again.)
Would the shock and dread immediately drive me right back into the 'safe haven' of DP? (Like a rabbit into its burrow?)
For most of my life now, my single greatest desire has been that the death shroud of DP/DR might lift, and allow me back into the world.
And yet I can't help but ponder the question: Could I really handle it?
Has anyone else ever felt this?
That consciously, you want to be rid of DP forever, and yet at the back of your mind is this nagging feeling that you're just not ready? (Might never be, in fact?)
It's a conundrum.
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Would I suddenly feel out in the open and exposed?
Vulnerable to all forms of danger?
Unable to face the realities and consequenses of this travesty that is my existense? (Especially at my age, when it's practically be too late to begin again.)
Would the shock and dread immediately drive me right back into the 'safe haven' of DP? (Like a rabbit into its burrow?)
For most of my life now, my single greatest desire has been that the death shroud of DP/DR might lift, and allow me back into the world.
And yet I can't help but ponder the question: Could I really handle it?
Has anyone else ever felt this?
That consciously, you want to be rid of DP forever, and yet at the back of your mind is this nagging feeling that you're just not ready? (Might never be, in fact?)
It's a conundrum.
e