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I want to write this down super quickly because I feel like it may help some of you as it has helped me tremendously. That being said i’m gonna get super real with you all because I have nothing to hide and it’s often hard to identify these things because it’s something you unconsciously avoid. And in order to explain it I have to go into detail.
When I was 16 I was thrust into the social world with no real points of reference. I had been isolated for a few years because I was living in a dangerous environment, and had no real control over my living situation. My father had been in prison and my mother was borderline insane at the time.
Despite this I came out with a warrior mindset wanting to experience everything I felt I had missed out on. I felt like I was entitled to a world that had been kept away from me. I was quickly accepted and my self esteem was probably a little too bloated in all honesty.
I got invited to my first party in a few days of me integrating. With elation I tagged along, with two guy’s and a girl. I had no real expectations, it was a house party. When we arrived I greeted some people I had seen around school, and engaged with people despite my probably lackluster social skills at the time. About 30 minutes into the party warming up me and a group of guy’s and girls I barely knew went outside and smoked some weed (this is gonna be crucial to the story) at a bench outside near the woods. It was very dark but the bench was dimly lit by phone lights and a light pole in the distance.
Once we finished we trekked back to the party and as I was walking my vision started to go in and out and it felt as if I was phasing in and out of consciousness. Once we made it back to the spacious basement where the party was being held I quickly found a wall for support, I thought I might pass out.
As the party went on I don’t remember much of it. I remember being approached by two girls and dancing with both of them, and then the party being over. My friend could tell I was fucked up and offered to let me lay in the back of his car, I accepted. I was joined by him and what had to be 15 minutes later the other guy came back claiming that he had been jumped by some guy’s in the party over the girl we came with. I’m barely conscious at this point but I feel really terrible about this for some reason. I want to help this guy as I feel indebted to him, long story short is I don’t and this stuck with me. I’d known this guy for all of two days but I wanted to help him fight off a group of guy’s I didn’t even know.
I end up getting dropped off and the night of “fun” is over.
I go into this long winded story because that one night had an unconscious effect on me for the longest. In fact it caused a mild form of PTSD that I hadn’t identified until very recently. I couldn’t understand for the longest why despite my seemingly advanced social skills, and inherent charisma, whenever it came to very large groups of people I’d shut down and it felt as if I was a social newby again.
I’m somewhat of a psychology nerd, and there’s this phenomenon called amygdala hijacking. It’s when an unconscious belief takes hold over your brain and floods you with neurotransmitter's for better or for worse. When you have a traumatic experience in a certain situation, being in a situation similar to that one can cause your brain to regress back to that point.
So despite all your growth if you’re attacked by a dog at 9 years old, your 20 year old, or 40 year old, or 50 year old self, will still feel like a 9 year old around dogs.
This is a pretty rudimentary example and it’s pretty easily corrected and identifiable. Social traumas on the other hand are much more sneaky and not easily identified.
If you ever don’t feel like yourself in a certain situation, it’s quite possible that you’re being influenced by amygdala hijacking.
You correct this by doing some self reflection on the event that you’re in and how it relates to you in the bigger picture. You then experience the main event again through memory and reframe what happened to you in a better light. It’s as simple as that. If the trauma is significant enough you will easily identify it.
It’ll feel as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Your amygdala won’t become flooded because it isn’t interpreting what you now experience in the same way as what happened in the past.
I can say with confidence that socially I am fairly above the norm. Even among stereotypical socially gifted people. Despite this though I’d still see myself shut down in party esque situations UNTIL I identified why that was.
I write this long winded post to say, if you think you might have any underlying trauma it’s important to confront that shit and deal with it because it can and will physically shut you down despite it being mostly mental.
You’ll regress to that point in your life and it won’t be pretty if you were at a particularly down period.
Thankfully I don’t have much trauma left in me, and any that I do have is the sneaky sort that I detailed for you guy’s here. I hope my willingness to be vulnerable with you guy’s helps some of you.
It’s not always as simple as “facing your fears” (it can actually add to pre existing trauma if a bad experience is had), i’ve always faced my fears and have been to countless parties after that, but since it was so unconsciously effecting me, facing my “fear” didn’t help the fear at all.
It took identifying why I even felt that way in order for me to let go.
When I was 16 I was thrust into the social world with no real points of reference. I had been isolated for a few years because I was living in a dangerous environment, and had no real control over my living situation. My father had been in prison and my mother was borderline insane at the time.
Despite this I came out with a warrior mindset wanting to experience everything I felt I had missed out on. I felt like I was entitled to a world that had been kept away from me. I was quickly accepted and my self esteem was probably a little too bloated in all honesty.
I got invited to my first party in a few days of me integrating. With elation I tagged along, with two guy’s and a girl. I had no real expectations, it was a house party. When we arrived I greeted some people I had seen around school, and engaged with people despite my probably lackluster social skills at the time. About 30 minutes into the party warming up me and a group of guy’s and girls I barely knew went outside and smoked some weed (this is gonna be crucial to the story) at a bench outside near the woods. It was very dark but the bench was dimly lit by phone lights and a light pole in the distance.
Once we finished we trekked back to the party and as I was walking my vision started to go in and out and it felt as if I was phasing in and out of consciousness. Once we made it back to the spacious basement where the party was being held I quickly found a wall for support, I thought I might pass out.
As the party went on I don’t remember much of it. I remember being approached by two girls and dancing with both of them, and then the party being over. My friend could tell I was fucked up and offered to let me lay in the back of his car, I accepted. I was joined by him and what had to be 15 minutes later the other guy came back claiming that he had been jumped by some guy’s in the party over the girl we came with. I’m barely conscious at this point but I feel really terrible about this for some reason. I want to help this guy as I feel indebted to him, long story short is I don’t and this stuck with me. I’d known this guy for all of two days but I wanted to help him fight off a group of guy’s I didn’t even know.
I end up getting dropped off and the night of “fun” is over.
I go into this long winded story because that one night had an unconscious effect on me for the longest. In fact it caused a mild form of PTSD that I hadn’t identified until very recently. I couldn’t understand for the longest why despite my seemingly advanced social skills, and inherent charisma, whenever it came to very large groups of people I’d shut down and it felt as if I was a social newby again.
I’m somewhat of a psychology nerd, and there’s this phenomenon called amygdala hijacking. It’s when an unconscious belief takes hold over your brain and floods you with neurotransmitter's for better or for worse. When you have a traumatic experience in a certain situation, being in a situation similar to that one can cause your brain to regress back to that point.
So despite all your growth if you’re attacked by a dog at 9 years old, your 20 year old, or 40 year old, or 50 year old self, will still feel like a 9 year old around dogs.
This is a pretty rudimentary example and it’s pretty easily corrected and identifiable. Social traumas on the other hand are much more sneaky and not easily identified.
If you ever don’t feel like yourself in a certain situation, it’s quite possible that you’re being influenced by amygdala hijacking.
You correct this by doing some self reflection on the event that you’re in and how it relates to you in the bigger picture. You then experience the main event again through memory and reframe what happened to you in a better light. It’s as simple as that. If the trauma is significant enough you will easily identify it.
It’ll feel as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Your amygdala won’t become flooded because it isn’t interpreting what you now experience in the same way as what happened in the past.
I can say with confidence that socially I am fairly above the norm. Even among stereotypical socially gifted people. Despite this though I’d still see myself shut down in party esque situations UNTIL I identified why that was.
I write this long winded post to say, if you think you might have any underlying trauma it’s important to confront that shit and deal with it because it can and will physically shut you down despite it being mostly mental.
You’ll regress to that point in your life and it won’t be pretty if you were at a particularly down period.
Thankfully I don’t have much trauma left in me, and any that I do have is the sneaky sort that I detailed for you guy’s here. I hope my willingness to be vulnerable with you guy’s helps some of you.
It’s not always as simple as “facing your fears” (it can actually add to pre existing trauma if a bad experience is had), i’ve always faced my fears and have been to countless parties after that, but since it was so unconsciously effecting me, facing my “fear” didn’t help the fear at all.
It took identifying why I even felt that way in order for me to let go.
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