The Body Doesn’t Forget
Moved in, sort of, or at least out of my old place. I am, that is. My brain is addled from all of that work, but it’s exhilarating to get rid of old stuff and be in a new space.
. . .in more ways than one. . .
It was hard not to delete that last post, and hard not to talk myself out of my own experiences, hard not to shove it back down or dismiss it away. But I think I’ve learned enough and become stronger (enough, I hope) so that now it would be too hard to shove it back down or dismiss it away. And I’ve connected with enough people around this kind of experience to feel shored up in going forward in this process, this healing process. Thank you, blog writers and readers (you’ve been part of this) and my 3D friends who read this and are helping me. I would be lost without you. I have been lost without you, but not now.
By “This kind of experience” I mean some things I’ve been sensing, some body memories, fragments of memories of–what to call it?–I can’t quite call it by it’s rightful name yet. Things are vague in the usual kind of autobiographical conscious memory sense, but not vague in terms of a record of sensed experience (and as Alice Miller’s book title tells us, “the body never lies”). I never thought to pay proper attention to these bits of sensed experience–I never thought of them as enough to work with whether the more narrative kind of memory surrounds them or not. But they are. They have to be. I can’t–won’t–leave them unattended to any more.
This entry was posted on July 22, 2008 at 1:49 pm and is filed under Body-mind, Change, Fear, Memory, Psychology, Risk, Social Experience, Therapy, trauma. You can subscribe via RSS 2.0 feed to this post's comments.
Tags: body memories, body/mind, Fear, healing, memories, support, trauma
You can comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.