The
message in this meme from The
Mighty website speaks so well about how trauma pervades one's
life, feelings, and sense of self. I found it to be essential to my
own healing, and I often wonder why no one had said this to me much
earlier. I'd been to counselors many times before, worked at my
recovery, and read about everything I could find. Why didn't someone
tell me this during one of my first few visits?
At
age thirty, after I walked away from my spiritually abusive church, I
eventually found my way to an exit counselor. It was a year after
the Cult Awareness Network folded (and was bought by Scientology),
but she worked with them as a volunteer prior to that. She addressed
the issues faced by people who exit high demand groups, but she was
not a therapist. She quickly recognized that I needed deeper work
and more help than she could offer.
How
I found that mental health counselor is another saga for another day,
but let's just say that she was wonderful for me. Her primary
training was also in nursing, she worked with our bereavement team at
the hopsice I worked for, and I'd been to her residence about a year
before to make an emergency visit when her husband was under our
care. She recognized me right away and commented about how caring I
was with her husband and with her that day. The office ended up
sending in a nurse supervisor as well, because we wanted to take care
of our own with excellence. She commented about how I gracefully
handled the arrival of the other nurse, too. And it was genuine
comment, though I said that she might not want to see me as a client
because I'd made that visit. It was apparently a help. That took
away much of my initial stress about going through the process of
starting therapy with someone new.
Feeling
Overwhelmed, Lost, and Sick
You
can probably still get the audio (2008)
of the last time that I heard Paul
Martin speak about what it was like when he left The
Great Commission International. He presented research on the
clinical findings of people just after they exit high demand groups,
and when he talked about dissociation, he included some of his own
experiences. People in cults have to bury a part of themselves, and
as a consequence, it causes a feeling of everything seeming dreamlike
or distant. Paul said that went for allergy testing because he felt
foggy and not quite alert, and that seemed like a likely cause. In
hindsight, he realized that it was the dissociation that left him
feeling distant and displaced from living fully.
I
also felt so deeply depressed, I suffered nightmares, was constantly
triggered... And I did have allergies. My body learned early in my
life to speak that which I could not voice myself through illness,
and my allergies had become much more intense. I was heartsick, and
I lost ambition and joy and initiative. My body ached as it often
did in the spring because of pollen, and I felt it far more deeply
this time. I wasn't myself and I felt alienated from all of the good
qualities that I liked about myself – and they already seemed too
few in light of my already broken self.
It would be a decade
before I would hear Paul Martin's words about feeling physically ill,
but I certainly did feel that way. I went to therapy every week, and
I would apparently repeat and repeat every week that I was “so
sick.” I felt sick. My body felt sick, as did my heart and my
spirit. And I was still trying to accept and grieve the fact that
I'd been subjected to a thought reform program. At the same time,
the “cap had come off” of all of the rage I felt and had managed
to suppress for thirty years, and that frightened me and weakened me,
too. I'd been through some terrible events in my life, but this was
by far the worst.
To
Be Understood
My
therapist, Connie, was remarkably good at reflective listening. It
would take me more than another decade to find someone who could
match her skill at it. With such tenderness, she would mirror back
to me the things that she heard me say and would ask me if I really
believed them and why. How she took such things that were painful
for me to hear and recognize as my own words in such a way that
seemed like soft music, I'll never know.
One of the gems and a
watershed moment for me that may be one of the most powerful things
that anyone has ever said to me changed my life. She said that I
repeated and repeated that I was so sick, but she said that it was
not true at all.
I was a conscientious, talented, and good person
who suffered terrible harm and painful losses.
I was grieving, and
that grieving was healthy.
None of that was a sickness. I adapted as
best I could with the resources I had, and I had survived. And when
I needed help with that process, I had the courage to reach out for
it. Not one thing about that was sick. I was a healthy person who
responded to very unhealthy circumstances.
I don't know that I
believed much of the encouragement that she gave me, but that
statement I heard. I began to believe it.
Unpleasant
but Healthy
I
will add this, too. She said that she wouldn't typically do this
with a client, but understanding the nature of her work with our
bereavement department, she gave me some materials that she used in
one of her classes. She wasn't very involved with our hospice
anymore, but she still worked with the famiies who had lost a loved
one to homicide.
She
said that I needed to accept the rage that I felt at the injustices
suffered by so many at my church and all of the anger I had buried.
I was terrified by it and didn't know what to do with it. My body
expressed it through illnesses, but I had never learned to express it
in a healthy way. She shared with me the materials that she used in
the counseling she did with those who survived a loved one lost in a
homicide. She gave me permission and helped me accept the just
reasons for my rage. And that was a powerful thing for me as well.
My
anger and rage were healthy, and I just needed to learn new skills to
express them in a healthy way. My old skills of suppressing and
denying and transforming them into something else didn't work
anymore. The time had come for me to learn a better way.
Since
then, though I have not mastered any of these things, I have learned
many new tools and get better and better at handling “feeling sick”
and anger all the time. Each time I face them, they are
uncomfortable and difficult, but I go through the stages much more
quickly, too.
Coping
with horrible if not impossible circumstances is not unhnealthy. Healing comes by reconnecting with
our sense of self again and with others – chiefly with those
witnesses and allies who walk through it with us. And that is an act
of courage, not illness.
For
further reading until the next post:
