*****WARNING – POSSIBLY TRIGGERING*****
Since my last post, I have actually recovered a memory. I guess writing about that particular anxiety sparked some introspection into why I have that specific anxiety.
Shortly before my father abandoned me, we lived in Alabama. My dad was stationed at Fort Rucker, and we lived in Ozark. I was 8 years old. I remember my father forcing my sister and I to stay outside for hours at a time. We weren’t allowed to come in the house. The backyard was nice. Fenced in, and it had honeysuckle plants that I remember sucking on. They were very sweet, I remember.
I also remember being so terrified of my father that I didn’t dare ask him if I could come in the house to use the restroom. I vividly remember wearing a pair of light blue shorts and darker blue tank top. I ended up urinating because I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I remember being in agony for a long time, just trying to hold it in. I remember feeling really ashamed after it happened. I also remember my father beating me severely because of it.
I’ve been thinking about this memory a lot, and it makes sense that I still have a fear that I’m going to lose bladder control. I was beaten for it once, and that’s all it takes to create a mental disturbance. My father beat me all the time, over little things, things that weren’t even my fault, or just because. I’m actually glad that I recovered this memory. I’m not overly upset by it, and it’s put some puzzle pieces together for me.
Now that I know where this specific anxiety comes from, I may be able to change it or even remove it completely.