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Healing Is Never a Solo Journey

 

Is it selfish to focus on healing my personal trauma? Shouldn’t I care more about people who have it far worse? The very question comes from the heart of a spiritual warrior, someone whose history makes them acutely aware of injustices done to other people. Such a person is primed to question the status quo. The good news is that healing from personal trauma is an intensely social, even a political act.

Healing is a movement from isolation to connection. As psychotherapist Matt Licata, PhD, points out, virtually all trauma involves relational wounding. Someone we should have been able to trust has violated us. Trauma makes us “other,” “weird,” brutally aware of our separateness. Perhaps the essence of trauma is shame. There’s something wrong with me.

In fact, even the most self-toxic symptoms offer a hopeful message: A wound is pressing to be healed. Even something as painful as self-hatred is trying to help me in some way. Believing I am loathsome might protect me from the potential dangers of intimate relationships.

When trauma symptoms are so fused to our sense of self that we don’t seek healing, our view of reality is extremely limited. It’s as if we live on a flat earth. I am hemmed in by a fear of approaching the edge — the edge of my tolerance, the edge of my image before the world — and I can’t experience the beauty of life beyond my prison of safety. This is especially true if we were traumatized as children. Young children see the world in simple polarities: good and bad. Our mandate was to survive, our dependence almost total. If our parent figures failed us, in order to keep seeing them as trustworthy, we had to make them “good” and ourselves “bad.” It was my fault. I brought it on myself.

As adults, we may hold this view fiercely. They were good. I was bad. People are good or bad. Just as we were “othered,” we “other” people who don’t look like us, think like us, vote like us.

As we heal, we learn to take risks. Walking in an unknown landscape, we don’t fall off the edge. The ground continually opens beneath our feet. There is always a horizon ahead to frighten us — Watch out! That might be the realedge — but, as we navigate a healing path, the world supports our exploration. We can see dangers more realistically, not in the abstract Someday of our disaster scenarios, but on a human scale. The sidewalk ahead is broken — we can step into the street. A fog is coming. We can wait it out.

It’s true that life can be dangerous. It often is. It’s even more dangerous for groups of people whom society has marginalized. But we become better at protecting ourselves as we develop skill in healing the no-longer dangerous dangers of the past. We become less reactive, less prone to re-traumatize ourselves. By learning how to love the hardest person of all to love — myself — I can drop the binaries that force humanity into arbitrary camps composed of People Like Me versus Dangerous Others. Trauma pioneer Bessel van der Kolk says that we must forgive ourselves for the things we did in order to survive. Doing so gives us freedom: Freedom to trust ourselves, and freedom to navigate a web of relationships outside our self-imposed walls.

This can feel like a big ask. After all, we were deeply hurt in relationship. Shame can be buried deep in the body, only to emerge, painfully, when we draw close to another person. We might not recognize it as shame. We might not understand our own reactivity. We might blame ourselves or the other when the relationship becomes challenging. We might fight. We might flee. We might freeze. One of the less-talked-about facets of healing is the need to allow ourselves time to assimilate healing’s changes to the nervous system, to our bodies, to our thinking about self and the world. It takes patience.

But healing isn’t a static thing. After years of healing, what does it mean when things suddenly become more difficult? It may very well be a good sign. We’re ready to go deeper. We are learning to connect with people in ways we couldn’t before, to reveal more of ourselves. To trust more fully.

There’s no shame in seeking help — humans are wired to need help and to help others.

Relationships are messy, multi-dimensional, frustrating, and gorgeous. There will be hurt, but we can learn the ways in which resolving conflict strengthens relationships. We discover there’s no shame in seeking help — in fact, humans are wired to need help and to help others. Compassionate friends can help us own our mistakes without spiraling down into shame. When a relationship can’t be salvaged, we can walk away without playing the blame game. We share our self-nurturing practices with others. When one of is overwhelmed, we give that soul space to heal.

Healing is radical. Our capitalist society is predicated on isolation and individualism. It’s another kind of flat earth, overpopulated with either/or, binary driven notions of success and failure. Either you are about to be nominated for a Nobel Prize in (insert your dream vocation) or you are a hopeless piece of shit. At best, as Thoreau said, you lead a life of “quiet desperation.”

That desperation comes from loneliness. But as our traumas drove us into separation, our healing frees us to join hands as spiritual warriors, resonating together with healing wisdom. Connecting with just one other person just might be the beginning of a new community. Together, we share the courage it took to face our past demons. We speak out against injustice. We take on the demons of inequity, racism, and greed.

Together, we heal, and together, we can heal our world.

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Thank you so much Helen, not just for the words, but for allowing your strength to even make a comment here in a public space.

I write alot, not just here, but in other groups and blogs, and very very rarely get a reply.  And not because people are not reading the Blogs or comments, but we have learned through the years to keep quiet, not to ruffle feathers, keep the stream clear and running with its sweet fresh water that is untainted with perhaps bits of flowing sewage that we can look away from.

I really believe we do not see what we need or even want to see until we are ready.  And how do we get ready?  We read stories, not necessarily even our own, and we watch people, again in many cases not even our own.  I started meditation last July, and this week realized that when I looked at my sisters, I was looking at myself ...The decades changed, the hair and clothing changed, but my silence did not keep me from recognizing that the same people I would look down on sometimes as " Not as strong as me, " were actually me all in different phases of their lives.  I was blown away this week and then the anger came.  " How could this happen? " and "why did I not stop it" ,  and what did not being conscious allow me to be in the long run ?.

I have more questions then answers, and more anger then I realized but am going to pursue this and just wanted to say again, Thank you for starting on your own journey and helping me with mine.

MM

Mary, I am very grateful for your response. I kept myself out the piece, but I also have deeply conflicted feelings about my own family. This makes "belonging" in general a difficult issue for me. Being with my husband's Very Nice Family can leave me feeling like I'm swimming in swill! One of the most difficult things can be the apparent craziness of our own reactions to current situations that aren't on the surface problematic. AND YET. Our reactions are not crazy. Our lives make sense, especially since people we loved and needed when we were small, who were otherwise kind and nurturing, failed to protect us. I love my mother very much, but she deeply betrayed me. That is about the most confusing thing a human being can deal with. I'm struck by how, like small plants struggling upward through a crack in the pavement of some forgotten alley, we actually do grow. You needed to keep your eyes fixed on your plans--that was wise. It gave you the ability to create a life for yourself and now, to address healing in a new way as you feel for your sister's suffering and witness her denial. Anger--! Yes. May anger become your strength as it's purified and shaped by the healing process. It's really good to meet you on this forum.

I am the eldest of 9 children, and not the first of us to experience abuse.  I have been in therapy but I have also had long periods of time without therapy at all.  I knew there were problems in my family of origin, but I kept my eyes tight on my plans, on my own journey lest I would fall off the edge and become a train wreck that I would never be able to fully heal.

I am older now and my brothers and sisters are aging along with me, some have passed away and some don't live near me anymore, but I am noticing the fraying around the edges as they have gotten older and unable to keep their pain and grief hidden from society or friends.  My brother in law is dying of cancer, and his wife, my sister, has taken a total denial of the whole situation for herself as a way to get through the shock and pain.

Here is where I started recognizing myself and finally my own anger and sadness about our lives of abuse in this family.  For the first time historically, I am so angry at what this darling sister of mine went through as a child and now with the tatters of the abuse still clinging to her, she still suffers.  And given her age and circumstances, I do doubt that she will have much different of a life as she gets older without some form of therapy.

I witnessed all the abuse in our household, I watched each child hurt, afraid, crying, shamed, and the repercussions that followed the abuses.  We ran, we screamed, we hid, we stayed silent, every way we tried to cope did not work, will not work and will never work.

A couple of weeks ago someone had the Topic Forgiveness as a Blog, and I actually said I had no one to forgive.  This is how insidious abuse is when in fact I cannot breath normally or catch my breath with the hate that is drawn up now just thinking about it.

And Who Do I end up Hating?  Is it the Parental Units, because then I will have to look even deeper to my grandmother who I adored, and what do I do with all the love for the minor players who knew what was going on but they never interceded.

And I am left this week with Anger, compartmentalized to say the least, but the door has been open and the glimpse of my anger fills me with much sadness and fear.  How could I have been so blind about all of us and the effects the abuse has had and continues to have on us all.

Thank you so much for this Blog...

MM

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