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Trauma 101: Redeeming Stress

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Trauma 101: Redeeming Stress

I was a weird kid. Big surprise. When my friends and I played house, my favorite moment was nap time. In fact, I come from a proud lineage of nappers.  My mother’s favorite mantra was, why stand when you can sit, why sit when you can lie. So, as you can imagine, movement was not my friend, and I ended up a little chubby as well as asthmatic. ANY movement felt like “too much;” in elementary school, I could always be counted on to hold the rope, not jump it, and I WANTED to be the last one chosen for kick-ball, just in case being odd I needed to sit the game out. So the complaint of too...

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Trauma 101 Essentials: Grounding

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Trauma 101 Essentials:  Grounding

Before we do anything else in our sessions, we ground. I’ve been doing it so long and for so many years, that I’ve forgotten it is a new or poorly understood concept for many. Rina, one of my intellectual clients, head working overtime and body nowhere to be found (sound familiar?), reminded me when she spent the majority of one of our sessions trying to understand the concept. You can’t think grounding, you’ve got to feel it.  Imagine that your body is a live wire, downed by some horrible Nor’easter.  Sparks flying all over the place!  Trauma has that effect, so much...

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The Illusion of Safety, and How to Get Past It

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The Illusion of Safety, and How to Get Past It

There is an old story:  a heartless general, at the head of a ruthless army, devastates village after village.  He arrives at a temple and, to his surprise, finds the gate unlocked.  In the middle of the courtyard within kneels a monk.  The general dismounts, unsheathes his sword, and approaches the monk.  The monk fails to prostrate himself before the general, which offends him.  “Do you not know who I am? I am not afraid to kill you,” to which the monk replies, “Do you not know who I am? I am not afraid to die.” Trauma is the result of overwhelming stress, and the terror at...

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Trauma 101: What You Need to Know On Your Journey

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Trauma 101: What You Need to Know On Your Journey

Trauma 101.  I’ve been promising myself and others I’d be writing this series for a very long time, not only as an offering to those who are trying to understand their own seemingly inescapable distress, but to help those who have not experienced significant trauma, but care for those who do. This month, I’ll be breaking it down into the trauma body, the basics of self-care, and the blog about what not to do around a survivor of trauma…I’ll be calling it, “let them eat cake” as an homage to another clueless nonpatron of the poor. In preparation, I was searching my computer, and...

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(Not) Having a Sense of Humor is Dangerous: Am I Charlie?

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(Not) Having a Sense of Humor is Dangerous: Am I Charlie?

Long before Charlie Hebdo, we human have responded to the overblown ego, and all the threats thereby, with humor. Surely, even in the era of the Cro-Magnon, some overbearing he-man’s slight trip over a rock was lampooned by the scrawny guy with a sense of humor, who with an exaggerated trip and an equally exaggerated attempt at cover-up made the tribe laugh…and the thug hopefully humbled. Of course, even then, the he-man might have retaliated and, wham, no more scrawny guy. However, enough of these guys survived, and proved useful to the tribe, that their descendants: the court...

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Religion and Healing: Final Thoughts

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Religion and Healing: Final Thoughts

It is odd that, in this most religious of seasons…Hanukkah, Christmas, Yule…that I feel surprisingly detached from this subject matter. Perhaps it’s the cost of what I’ve done to make this time of the year palatable, even enjoyable, for me. Precisely because there is no ritual, no expectation, no lesson I’m replaying, I can determine what I wish to cull from the spirit of the season. For me, it is about the light, sometimes caught and reflected in shiny things, less about the food than about lifting my head from the plate to the warmth of my friend’s and family’s eyes.  Even...

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