As creatures of habit, we grow used to situations that are less than comfortable, less than tolerable, because the stability and predictability are more assuring than change. In the last 6 years I have become more in need of stability and predictability than I used to be. Getting older, I suppose. It also has me tied to the habit of enduring (employment) situations where I later find myself feeling trapped, and needing escape. This becomes a constant hum internally, with a part of me screaming deep inside- a separate little piece of feeling existing, a token of one of my real feelings, disconnected so that it can't rise up and become audible. With DDNOS and PTSD, I'm not really sure if I'm seeing clearly or reacting to something that resembles situations in the past. Situation(s) that because they happened so often and were so traumatic, were sort of fused into my nervous system and lead me to see negative when others may not, see danger where others may not. I end up doing a head trip on myself, engaging in the same second-guessing that my abuser employed to control me.
Enduring. So, instead of anyone hearing my inaudible screams, people at work see my smiling or scowling face engaged in completing the current task at hand. And instead of doing anything to get out from the unpleasant situation that triggers my need to scream internally, I stay put. Endure. Tell myself that I'm an adult now, and adults sometimes have to be places and among people who aren't so nice to be around, like upper level management, and crazy customers. There are bills to pay, and a pet to feed - job brings in money for those things. And I keep enduring because I hesitate to over-react to something that society in general would call "normal." I know the truth of the situation for me emotionally, but don't know intellectually where the line is before I should give up, and walk out. This habit of enduring is a carry-over from childhood, when everything had to be endured, and nothing was to be heard, seen, admitted to, or discussed. Keep it all under wraps, protect yourself by enabling and protecting the abuser. Stockholm syndrome, home-brewed.
If the only feeling I felt is trapped, it would have been easy to walk away. But there are also other feelings-of satisfaction for completing tasks, self-esteem about being able to multi-task, pride in helping others and belonging to a group. Its not all internal screaming. So that makes it more difficult for those of us who did not get to learn the full range of human feelings at the regularly appointed developmental stages. In my teens, I only had about three feelings which I knew how to identify internally: sadness, shame, and righteous indignation, well, OK guilt, too - four. It was only after years of psycho-therapy that I was able to expand my range of recognition to include how it was to feel happiness. I was 23 years old the first time I could feel and identify my feeling "happy." Without skills to discern your own feelings, delay in acting for one's own best interest is the norm, and is detrimental to success.
This conflict I've been having between the internal scream and the other positive feelings continued over three years. For two years I have been applying at other companies to have an external excuse for escape. No bites. Then one bite and an interview that bit back! No external power was going to make a decision I needed to make myself. And then it happened, as it inevitably does, on its own timetable, the "seeing clearly" moment finally hit me. I saw the future to be a repeat of the past three years. Nothing would change except that I'd be asked to do even more work with the same pay and no one to delegate to. My subconscious shined a clear bright light on the situation, and said NOW, now is the time to say enough. Now is the time to go. So I calmly updated the resignation letter that has stood ready in My Documents, and handed it to my supervisor. Three weeks and I'm gone. Without other work, without a plan. And it felt great- a huge relief! The internal screaming stopped, and cheering began. I smile all the time now. It has revived me. Somewhere inside there is a sober voice saying "you know this might not be easy? Are you really ready for the consequences?"
I still feel too good to begin the analytical deconstruction of this momentous action. I know it is inevitable that I will one day in the near future have another bright light moment where I ask myself "why did I think it was such a good idea?" Truth is, 'this quit your job, and do something else', is part of my cycling. Cannot stay in any one full-time job for more than 4 years. Can do longer if its part-time and I can change locations or departments yearly. If I am stable in a job, then I move my home a lot. Last year I bought a condo, now that it is the stability, I am compelled again to change my job.
I know that this need for change is rooted in my need for chaos, to keep things moving so that the serious hurt and full power of my past won't take center stage. Keep something active in an extreme enough way that I will focus my "survival" energy on it, and not have to have unsolvable psychological and emotional things rise to the surface, causing trouble. Yes, I've only grown to a certain level in all the years I've had therapy. Feel that my choice always has to be survival over healing, for the healing process requires falling apart, and as a self supporting single person, falling apart isn't compatible with making a living. DDNOS does not qualify for disability!