Just finished my third EMDR terapy session and thought I would write now otherwise I probably will not get around to it. I find I am so exhausted the next day that it is difficult to blog.
I am finding that I have a lot of therapeutic benefit already from the treatment.
Today we got into the EMDR protocol which mainly looked at mechanisms we will adopt if I dissociate while doing the actual eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR) which we will tentatively start next week.
Essentially we spent 15-20 minutes learning the relaxing techniques and “safe place” techniques I will use if I dissociate as the result of the EMDR.
It is mainly to do with “safety of the client” protocols. I felt a great relaxing benefit from doing it today. I will practice the techniques once a day while I am doing this course of treatment.
We will also use smell as a way of coming out of dissociation if need be.
We may not need these techniques but they have to be put in place just in case.
My recent dissociation has been to do with feeling detached from “me” – my body and immediate environment. We discussed how we could deal with this possibility.
I have also dissociated to childhood on occasion and this was discussed too. This type of dissociation seems to take one back to the heart of the trauma. It is like a re-experiencing without having the memory associated with it. It is like being behind a wall on the other side of our life, aware of certain things but not able to see it clearly
I am not fearful of dissociating – I have a grasp now of what it is and how much I have been doing it over the course of my life.
I even research the brain regions involved in dissociation and it seems the parts that deal with self reference deactivate and there is a “coming away” from representations of self and associated memory.
I have the type of head that likes to know these things – you may have noticed!?
It is a disquieting, unsettling and stressful experience but is manageable I believe with these techniques.
I have noticed how after only a few weeks my mind and behaviour has been tied to looking at photos of the past, my old friends and my family.
My nephew also contacted me out of the blue to say he wanted to visit and I have resumed closer contact with one of my sisters.
I have made it clear that I am doing therapy for trauma, whether my sisters need it too I am not sure. I am the youngest in the family and a boy so my circumstances might have meant I was more traumatised by events in my early childhood than others.
Interestingly I have found a school photo of my sister and I which is a photo of us looking a bit shell shocked, in comparison to our smiling faces of the previous year’s school photo when we were beaming more confident, mischievous smiles at the camera. I am presuming this second photo was around the time of the major trauma(s) .
I also found a photo of me in my late 20s after a cocaine psychosis and I look haunted in the same way as the school photo.
I had presumed this was due to the psychosis which is not a very pleasant experience I can assure you. I now know where the phrase “climbing the walls” comes from after that experience I can assure you!
Now, although the psychosis obviously affect me deeply I can also see trauma in this photo and many other photos of me. My wife told me I was very paranoid at the time too which is linked to psychosis but much of the paranoia linked clearly to what I had experienced in childhood.
It was not only alcoholism and addiction that ate into my soul like a parasite feeding on my troubled emotions, in these photos of my emaciated drug using self but also complex post trauma.
Unresolved trauma too is like a parasite feed on one’s nerves too.
Then yesterday a person who married my cousin sent me a photo of me in a underage football team that my dad and his friend organised. My dad is in the photo too of our team. I suddenly realised how heart breaking it must have been for my dad, what happened to our family, my mothers breakdown and eventual Valium dependence. And the decades of consequence after.
My heart went out o him. God bless him, he was a loving father, I miss greatly.
The plan now is to finish treatment – finish a novel I was writing for many years while drinking (which is 2/3s finished) and get my driving licence. I once passed the theory part but banged my head , got concussion and could not take the practical test.
So I will try again and then take time out, a month or so to travel back to Ireland and revisit my past and see some people I haven’t seen in many many years.
Northern Ireland has been at peace for two decades but I have yet to call a complete ceasefire with myself and my past. Hopefully I will later this yer.
Recovery has given me so much and while others hit their mid life crisis I have barely begun living. I am a published scientific writer and want to follow that by the end of this year with a published novel too.
I have a very fragmented self, blow to bits by my traumatised mother and family and my traumatised, brutalised and war torn upbringing in Northern Ireland.
I can feel these disparate parts of self slowly and naturally drifting back into shape.
It will be a new me, the composite parts that make up me no doubt but it will have the same character I am sure.
I got lost thanks to trauma and chronic alcoholism and addiction. Ten years into recovery I am still beginning the amazingly exciting journey of uncovering, recovering, the person I am and the person I am supposed to become.
When the parts reunite I will be the fullness of me.