I went on a 4-day family trip last week : Ipoh > Butterworth > Sg Petani > Taiping > Kuala Kangsar > KL.
Family trips always make me nervous because my parents are, let’s just say, very distinct people. Usually, I can slip away to recalibrate when things get overwhelming, but this time, because of certain circumstances, I couldn’t really go anywhere. We were stuck together the whole journey, almost like the old days. I was with my mom and my step dad. And yeah, I also met my dad and my step mom at the wedding on the Saturday.
I get overstimulated very easily. I’m sensitive. I guard my peace like it’s the most valuable thing in my life. That’s why I avoid people, I avoid drama, and I usually cut loose anything that disturbs my nervous system (which explains why I don’t have friends). But family, oh my God, family is like a blessed curse that just lingers. And every single one of us carries a fragile emotional baggage that could rupture with just a poke.
I can’t be myself.
Some people would say this is avoidance, that by staying away from what triggers me, I’m not really healing. There’s this idea that unless you face the very thing that overwhelms you, you’ll never know if you’re truly “over it.” Like, if being around family still makes your nervous system spike, maybe the wound is still open.
And I get that. It makes sense. Healing isn’t just hiding forever; it’s also testing the waters, seeing if you can step back into the old battlefield without collapsing. But it’s not as simple as “face your fears” or “just get over it” or "let them". Sometimes avoiding is survival. Sometimes avoiding is wisdom. And sometimes, you only face the trigger when you feel steady enough to laugh at the poke instead of crying about it.
Family trips are basically free exposure therapy, just without the therapist, and with extra luggage. A crash course in seeing how far I’ve come and how much further I still need to go. And of course, a reminder of why you are scripted the way you are today.
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