When I started this new section of my blog, I intended it to be less serious but I need to write about this. I suppose life is full of ups and downs anyway and this just, unfortunately happens to be a ‘down’.

I was fine this morning; positive, bright and optimistic – looking forward to a full day at college. I stopped at the supermarket to pick up something for lunch and arrived at college on time. There was a large group of us, something I’m not very comfortable with at the best of times. The topic for that session was ‘An Introduction to Recovery’  (from a mental health condition). Those of you who know me will know I have BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and Dissociative Disorder.

All was going well. We watched a piece of film on the projector that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with and then there was a discussion between us after that. I tried to communicate but I know I talk quietly but I can’t help that at the moment. It’s just not ‘in’ me to be loud or prominent in anyway, nor very forthcoming (often to my detriment). There was one woman sitting opposite me who seemed to insist in talking over me and as soon as that happens, I just shut down. I tried to listen to what others were saying but the topic that were discussed were very ‘near to the knuckle’ for me. I wasn’t expecting that. The chatter turned to family and children/grandchildren and then childhood. As you may know, my two children refuse to  have any contact with me nor allow me access to see my grandchildren. So, that hurt to start with. But ‘childhood’ suddenly conjured up the nightmare experiences of most of my early life and suddenly I dissociated completely from the conversation and was in my own world or horror. It was just like someone had fired a bullet from a gun at me. I had to get away.


I shot out of the room in my wheelchair as fast as I could go and bolted from the college and don’t remember much about the journey home. Flashbacks kept stopping me in my tracks though – that much I was aware of. I came indoors and just wanted to hide (I don’t know who from at that moment). I grabbed my bear and held my hands up in front of my face as if to hide and also to try and block the images out of my mind. I’d had a panic attack.

face under hands drawing

When I’d calmed down a bit, I was then really angry with myself for abandoning college like that. I should have just taken time out and rejoined the group. How immaturely I had behaved for a woman of 57 (which I hate to admit to). I thought about going back but was fearful of the same thing happening again and also felt too ashamed . Maybe I should have faced my fears; confronted them at least. After all I’ve had enough therapy and still go.

I need to take a leaf out of my own book and next time that happens, instead of allowing myself to get the stage where ‘I’d gone some else’ in my head, I should have employed some of the tactics I have already learned in college such as the Mindfulness course coping strategies. I’m back there on Monday and am determined not to let that happen again. I need to take responsibility for my own feelings and actions and be a bit more assertive. The old and classic adage “I would do an Assertiveness Course but I feel I’m not assertive enough’ applies!!

Author: Ellie Thompson

Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ... ... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full. I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊

5 thoughts on “BULLET FROM A GUN”

  1. Ellie, sending you some hugs and love. That is a difficult situation. I’m not sure I would have handled it any different than you did! Don’t beat yourself up. You did what was best for you at that given moment. And that’s ok. You can start fresh on Monday. XX

  2. Ellie – it’s always going to be difficult – especially when we swing from high to low – and aren’t quite ready to find out “voices” ringing out strongly. I think you need to realize that you shouldn’t be shouldering all the responsibility and blame here – an honest instructor/moderator of the group would have allowed you to “speak” without being interrupted and overshadowed. As for your tuning out and then freaking out – well, it’s never just one clear cut trigger that we can isolate and say “aha – next time I’ll …”
    The point is you keep trying – and sometimes, you can only react in the way that seems safest for you.
    Perhaps a word privately with the course moderator may help ease your way back to feeling safe and a part of your group. Give yourself a much needed break – and take care of yourself as best you can this weekend. If you are brave and strong enough to keep trying, then you do have the strength to assert yourself, in your own way, as needed. Hugs and light to you Ellie ❤

    1. Thank you so much for your valuable comments and especially for the ‘light’ that you send me and the hugs which are in short supply in my ‘real’ life. There is so much I would like to respond with but right now I am just struggling so much that I cannot find the appropriate words to reply. Please forgive me. Big (((Hugs))) to you, Pat xxx ❤

      1. Ellie – NO apologizes necessary.
        More hugs and light to you sweetie. And just take care of you. I’ll still be here when you’re feeling better.
        (((((hugs))))))) ❤ 🐻

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