A tough day
A page in the diary "A Day in the Life Of..."
Written by babz 6. Jun 2008 11:33 PM
I have found a solution to my uni drama, at least I think I have. The tutor/lecturer in the subject I was concerned about gave us a lot of very helpful information about what the exam will be on/what we should study, and it is very manageable to do before my exam on the 19th. My other subject I am not worried about - I have done well enough of the semester that I am now at the point where I can walk into the exam, write my name on the paper and walk out and still pass. This is a massive relief to me, because failure to me is a terrifying thing. I still don't know if I have reached that point in my other subject because I haven't got my essay mark yet.
Yesterday was tough. I had skating first thing in the morning and my coach was particularly horrible and it was my day to cop the abuse. It had changed from attacks based on skating skills to personal attacks as well as physical pushing/hitting me. Not hard, but enough to distress me. I went to DBT and within half an hour was bawling my eyes out. I started crying during morning tea when people were asking me if I was OK, I left because I was embarrassed about crying in the dining room. I went outside and one of the group leaders came out to talk to me. I was very ashamed at first, because I am not a graceful crier, and I can't help but see emotion as a sign of weakness. I don't like crying in front of people, particularly professionals. I was sobbing a lot and my nose was running all over the place - not a pretty sight. He talked to me about what had happened at the rink and encouraged me to use my interpersonal skills I had learnt in group to talk to my coach. I explained why this wasn't an option and so he explained that instead of using the skills to talk to her, I can use other skills to regulate and tolerate the distress that she causes me.
I then had to go back to skating, had a few close encounters of the cold kind, my back is sore again now from over-flexing it. This session though was with my other coach and he's a great guy, so I had fun despite the tiredness and numerous hugs with the ice.
Got home and collapsed on the couch for a few hours. Around midnight I realised I needed some stuff I hadn't needed since I moved in (that time of the month) and for the life of me couldn't find them and got really really angry. Eventually found them in an annoyingly logical place, but by this time was really upset - just from tiredness, pain and hormonal crap. Took my meds and went to bed.
Today was OK, better than yesterday. I had my DBT 1 on 1 today, and as usual behaved like an obstinate teenager much to my own disgust. My 1 on 1 is trying SO hard to help me and is being SO nice and I WANT to talk to him I just freeze up every time I have a session. I don't know why, I just sit there sullenly answering in as short an answer as possible and volunteering very little. Today was worse because I was trying really hard to stay with it - the room was swimming and all because since I took my meds really late, they were still very sedating. I think I find the 1 on 1 sessions harder now that they are on a Friday - day after what is always a long and draining day with two training sessions and the DBT group. I used to have sessions on Monday, I think maybe I will call and ask him if it is possible to change back to earlier in the week. Anything is worth a try, I need this program to help me. I need to get better, I have a lot of life left and I want to live it, not exist like I am now.