Trust In Your Sixth Sense (Or Is It Just Hypervigilance?).

When I was seventeen, I went and saw a palmist in Bangkok and he did a detailed consultation for me. At the time I was sceptical – I certainly hadn’t got into my astrology and tarot at that point! My dad had been to see him years before, when he worked in Thailand (his Thai friends all swore by this guy), and his reading had been surprisingly accurate for the past as well as what had started to unfold in the intervening time since he’d come back to the UK.

I figured there was nothing to lose so went and sat in his consulting office, put my hands in some ink and transferred the image of my palms onto paper. With the print of my hands and my date of birth alone before him, he took compasses and all kinds of mathematical equipment and set to work. I sat and watched as he methodically worked his way through one hand at time. After about twenty minutes, finished, he looked up and spoke to me and told me what my palms said.

I remember feeling like there was a lot of accuracy in the reading at the time, but then at seventeen telling me I would be in an arts field and hate maths was really a 50/50 guess surely?! He said that I would have two children – which made me bristle and instantly made me think the guy was a crock of shit because at that point I knew I was gay (I wasn’t out yet) and couldn’t imagine how children would ever be part of my life (although I desperately wanted to be a mum). There were other things, too, but to be honest looking ahead twenty years when you’re that age seems like another lifetime…well, it is now I am here!

As I walked out the door, I remember him holding my hands in his and telling me that I have a very strong sixth sense and to trust in it. I thanked him for his time and put my inky print in my bag and went on to enjoy the rest of my holiday. When I got home I put the envelope containing the reading in a box with other souvenirs and photos and there it lay for the next few years as I went off to university, met my wife, travelled the world and grew up a bit.

When I was twenty-five I got the news that my dad had died suddenly of a heart attack in Thailand whilst on holiday. It was, without doubt, the worst, most distressing experience of my life. I’ve written about it before so won’t bother again now, but the trauma surrounding that event was the trigger that sent my life into freefall and opened Pandora’s Box spewing out a lifetime of trauma that I had dissociated away. This bereavement signalled the start of the massive mental breakdown I had.

Every single day I miss my dad and, at times, even now, twelve years later, the grief rises up in me and I howl with pain or wake up in floods of tears when he enters my dreams (which is a lot lately). My anchor is gone and I struggle to accept that. Especially when, right now, I REALLY need him. It sounds daft, being an adult myself, but when I feel like I do right now (like a child), I really could do with the steadying presence of my rock.

Anyway, after he died, I was going through his stuff, clearing his house, and found his palm reading from years before. I opened it up and glanced through it. It was so on the money that I could barely breathe. When I got home, I went into my loft, found the box that contained my reading and looked to see what it said, only now viewing it with more grown-up eyes and living further in the future. It was definitely interesting. There were some parts that I was hoping wouldn’t materialise not too far ahead but others that might be a possibility. I folded it up, put it away again and carried on with my life.

Time moved on. We moved house. The box in the loft moved into the next loft and the hand prints, souvenirs, and photos were safely stored there along, now, with my dad’s copy, his passport and letters he had written me over the years. My wife and I got married. We started a family (and yes, 2 children!). I got cancer. My wife lost her job. Things got bumpy. Things got better. Then bumpy again. And then really bumpy…which brings us to now.

If you look at the picture (above) you’ll see that it’s slap bang in the wobbly red ‘SHIIIIIIIITTTTT’ area between 37-38 years old where finances are fucked. I turn 38 in a few weeks and ugh…can’t we just fast-forward to 40 where I apparently get super successful and hit the peak of my life for the next 18 years?!

I’ve been AWOL here on the blog a bit this month. Since Christmas I have written, on and off, about how hard things have been feeling (really fucking hard). The Christmas therapy break felt tough this year, but then that wasn’t surprising as I headed into the anniversary of ‘tick gate’ and the end of my therapeutic relationship with Em. Then lockdown three thousand was announced, home-schooling started AGAIN, and I had to reduce face-to-face contact with Anita to once a week and no visits to K ☹. Then my wife got COVID and was isolated from us for weeks upstairs. Obviously, the kids and I were also stuck inside – so then no face-to-face at all with A…GROAN.

Incrementally, week on week, things were getting emotionally harder to cope with. I could feel myself sliding. I just felt so stretched and anxious, and on the edge, and yet the support I needed felt further and further away. Of course, Anita hadn’t gone anywhere but it didn’t feel that way when I had to revert to complete online therapy during isolation. There’s fuck all privacy here so online sessions are often interrupted by one of my kids who suddenly need me. I can never fully relax into a session, and the parts that need help rarely show up, or if they do, they get so upset that it actually feels worse.

I am really shit with online therapy (no shit!). But it felt especially hard this time because Anita was here, she hadn’t gone away, and she had been willing to see me face-to-face this lockdown after my complete lack of coping in the November/December lockdown! No need to write more on that!! You’ve all been along for the ride. So, it just felt so fucking unfair that I couldn’t see her and I couldn’t believe unlucky we’d been for my wife to get Covid.

Things started to escalate inside over the isolation period. I felt a sense of foreboding and panic rising up in my body. It’s a familiar feeling of dread that is so visceral it cannot be ignored. It wasn’t about being unable to get to see Anita or COVID (although those stresses and attachment stuff were definitely there too). Instead, I don’t know why, but I started to feel like my wife was going to lose her job. It was such a strong burning feeling in me that I really couldn’t ignore it. On paper there would be no reason this should happen. She’s very good at what she does and has transformed the place she has been working in with recognition from the inspectorate.

Perhaps I was just being silly. Maybe I just had too much alone time. Perhaps I was just being pessimistic and was crumbling under the stress and pressure of the last couple of months…but it didn’t feel that way. I couldn’t get away from the feeling and no amount of rationalising would make it go away.

I got out my deck of moon tarot cards (definitely got a lot more alternative since that day getting my palms read!). It’s freaky what happens with them. Frequently I’ll ask a question and get a card that resonates. Then I’ll ask the same question again…and get the same card. A few months ago, I pulled the same card six times in succession on the same afternoon! I close my eyes and spend ages shuffling them about – I have no reason to try and ‘cheat’ but it always makes me feel a bit ‘eek’ when the same card keeps coming. Anyway, I asked the question three times and got the same card. It felt confirming but also not what I wanted to hear.

Two days before my wife was due to go back to work, and we had all received negative Covid tests I decided to tell her what I was feeling. It was making me ill. The fear of losing everything (which is where my mind takes me when stability is questioned but that’s the trauma brain) was making it so that I couldn’t eat and the nightmares I was having every night were taking their toll.

Usually, my wife would tell me I was overreacting and to not run away with panic. But this time she didn’t. She looked at me seriously and said, ‘You know what RB? Your Spidey sense has never been wrong in all these years we’ve been together on anything. I hope you are wrong but if you’re right we’ll be ok, we’ll find a way through together’. That helped a lot. I mean I was still stressed out beyond words but at least she was accepting that my gut was screaming and that maybe it might have a point even if there was no tangible evidence yet.

Then it happened. As suspected. On the Monday she went to work for a morning meeting and was on her way home within half an hour. Absolute farce. I told her to record the meeting just in case even though there was no reason to suspect that anything was wrong. It’s a good job she did. Our friend is a HR manager for a big organisation and listened to the recording and was absolutely horrified by what took place. The laugh is, in the UK if you have less than a year with an organisation you can have your contract terminated for no reason at all so long as they pay you any holiday owing and stick to the terms of their contract – i.e a week’s notice.

I felt so sad but also so vindicated when my feeling was confirmed to be correct. But of course, here we are again. No job and huge stress with bills etc. I text Anita the day it happened to let her know. I had already spoken to her about my worries in the weeks before it happened (she probably thought I was losing my mind and overreacting!) and told her that I wanted to see her for our planned session the next evening but from that point on we’d have to put the therapy on hold as I didn’t know how we were going to cover bills let alone therapy. You can probably imagine what that felt like.

This last year, but certainly the last few months, has been an emotional rollercoaster and to lose the one thing/person that actually helps me function felt unbearable. I felt utterly beside myself. Anita as usual was, and has been, incredible throughout but this is long so I’ll write more on this later.

So what was the point in this post? Well, what I am learning, despite the shit storms is that I can and should trust my gut. The other day I was so shut down and was isolating myself from A. It was so painful. I wanted to be close but was terrified of being too much. The fear of abandonment stuff was massive and I think this especially the case right now with all the instability at home. Anita said she thinks I know deep down, and can feel, that she is safe, but sometimes the fear that I have about what’s happened in the past comes in and impacts how I can relate to her.

I always knew in my gut that Em was not safe. I tried to convince myself otherwise- that it was my hypervigilance gone mad and that there was something wrong with me. I so desperately wanted her to be safe that I repeatedly ignored what my body was telling me. Whereas, I have felt safe with Anita from day one. What comes in when I am silent and disconnected is not that I am unsafe with her, it’s the fear that I’ll lose her by being too much – especially now, when she’s seeing me for next to nothing.

It’s a completely different thing to how it was with Em because underneath that I DO KNOW that if I let Anita in, she is there ready. She is willing to connect. She isn’t scared of me. I know she loves me. I can feel it even without my sixth sense! Sometimes my brain just doesn’t get the memo in the moment that things have changed and it takes a while to unstick the brakes.  


20 thoughts on “Trust In Your Sixth Sense (Or Is It Just Hypervigilance?).

  1. mialeanne February 20, 2021 / 7:21 pm

    So sorry to hear you’ve been having a tough time, as if lockdown wasn’t enough to deal with by itself. You always speak from your heart and it’s so hard as I just want to help! I feel your pain acutely with the attachment stuff, it’s unrelenting isn’t it. Sending you love and strength xxxx

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum February 20, 2021 / 7:42 pm

      Thank you darling. It’s been shockingly bad this last couple of months. I’m building up to write about it but until today I’ve been flatlining. ☹️ thank you for your support x

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  2. LovingSummer February 20, 2021 / 9:55 pm

    Oh my life RBCG. We were actually TALKING about switching back to the NHS because of the pension, just a matter of weeks ago – what we’re the chances we were talking about a change that was going to be forced upon you! 😱

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      • LovingSummer February 20, 2021 / 9:56 pm

        Is there work on the nursing bank or agency available?

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      • LovingSummer February 21, 2021 / 9:57 am

        Ah, don’t go to any trouble, last thing I need is to lengthen your ‘to do’ list! 😉
        Just hope it’s all okay.

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  3. Claire Louise February 20, 2021 / 11:41 pm

    I’m so sorry to hear about what’s been going on, but relieved you still have Anita. Gut feeling is a gift and a curse isn’t it. Take care x

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum February 21, 2021 / 9:57 am

      Thank you darling. Yes, definitely gift and curse! I just want my life to stabilise a bit rather than lurching from one crisis into another through no fault of our own! Hope you’re ok xx


      • Claire Louise February 21, 2021 / 11:18 pm

        So so, with a cup of exhausted and a pinch of FFS… Its been a tough few weeks x

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  4. skinnyhobbit February 21, 2021 / 4:43 am

    Hugs. I’ve nothing wise to say. The palm reading is uncanny accurate wow. Do you have a PayPal? We wouldn’t mind sending some money.

    We’re glad you have Anita and damn, what you wrote about gut feelings is so right. I had this weird “it won’t end well” vibe with my former chosen sibling. I brushed it off, but years later it came true.

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum February 21, 2021 / 9:37 am

      It is really scary how accurate the reading is- especially where the timings are concerned. I’m glad I have Anita too. She’s awesome. It’s sad when our gut proves right sometimes – because we so want to be wrong. With the trauma history I think it’s easy to deliberately shelve our concerns because so frequently we have been invalidated about our experience and gaslighted. And thank you for your kind offer with PayPal but I couldn’t accept however your ongoing support means a lot xxx thank you xxx

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  5. lavenderandlevity February 21, 2021 / 4:57 am

    Oh hugs. I hate it when our trauma brain is validated. I have a weird ability to just sense when things are about to ‘turn’ that others at work will ignore and get purged, etc. I think a lot of it is we *had* to attune so heavily to what is *not* safe to survive that we are good at foreseeing new crises. It just sucks when we can never relax in the in-between times…

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum February 21, 2021 / 9:28 am

      Definitely – we’re definitely programmed to sense risk. Anita says my antennas are always on looking for danger. It’s sad isn’t it? Like it’s a superpower but also exhausting. Hope you’re doing ok. I’m trying to catch up on blogs having been in a thick depression for the last month. X

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  6. JH February 21, 2021 / 1:25 pm

    Oh my, I don’t know what to say, but like everyone who has commented, I’m sending positive thoughts and I’m here for you xx

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  7. easetheride February 21, 2021 / 5:17 pm

    What a load of crap to be faced with that once! Like everyone else, I feel for you and hope that it improves soon. How interesting that these things come to be true, but I’m sure you wished you were very wrong in this scenario.

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum February 21, 2021 / 5:48 pm

      I really did. So often I have wanted to be wrong. I just need to listen to myself even if it’s not what I want to hear! Hugs xx


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