Murmur
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In some ways I'm glad that at least this is familiar territory and I'm not struggling with the diagnosis. I've been in pretty severe pain (right leg, sciatica to the foot, weakness) for about three weeks. I'm out of town, away from my usual resources but I'm 100% certain this is TMS. For one thing, it's been shifting around. I also had a period of 3 hours after an intense anxiety attack where the pain went away completely. I guess my unconscious figured that since the anxiety was out the pain wasn't necessary.
What I'm discovering this time around -- more so than my last period of TMS 5 years ago -- is just how much of a child my inner child actually is. Like really petulant, bratty, hyper sensitive and so needy. At work I'm given to pain attacks when I have to revise pages or when my collaborative partner critiques me. I get fussy about not wanting to work late and take to journaling on my couch in my office to deal with the pain. Last night when my husband didn't have time to talk I thought nothing of it but was soon crawling on the floor in misery. It was when I started journaling about how mad I was that he didn't MAKE time for me in this, my dire hour of need, that my pain flared up and out.
So I'm curious, are others discovering that the unconscious is so unruly and impossibly demanding? I'm not a parent and have always walked a wide berth around children -- only to find that one has taken up residence in my mind and is pulling the strings of some serious pain mechanisms.
What I'm discovering this time around -- more so than my last period of TMS 5 years ago -- is just how much of a child my inner child actually is. Like really petulant, bratty, hyper sensitive and so needy. At work I'm given to pain attacks when I have to revise pages or when my collaborative partner critiques me. I get fussy about not wanting to work late and take to journaling on my couch in my office to deal with the pain. Last night when my husband didn't have time to talk I thought nothing of it but was soon crawling on the floor in misery. It was when I started journaling about how mad I was that he didn't MAKE time for me in this, my dire hour of need, that my pain flared up and out.
So I'm curious, are others discovering that the unconscious is so unruly and impossibly demanding? I'm not a parent and have always walked a wide berth around children -- only to find that one has taken up residence in my mind and is pulling the strings of some serious pain mechanisms.