+THE POWER OF LEARNING HOW TO SHORTCUT THE TRAUMA CYCLE

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Over the past thirty years since I first encountered the 12-step program’s emphasis on the absolute necessity of ‘letting go’ of resentments, I have until this past week always considered that what made resentments tick is anger.  Buried anger, sideways anger, justified or unjustified anger, recognized or unrecognized anger — any way I have looked at resentments from the viewpoint of my interpretation of what the 12-steppers say about resentments is that they carry within them the seed-kernel of anger.

From my recent experiences of having to re-look at the topic of resentments, it is NOW clear to me — from my own inner knowing place — that what I can tell about other people’s continuing resentments is that they do not carry anger.  They carry hurt from deep, unrecognized, undealt with, unhealed wounds.

Looking again at Grice’s Maxims as several of my recent posts have mentioned, I realize that the misinformation being communicated when a person expresses a resentment — the information that is OVERLY focused on in the expression, the irrelevant information that is expressed, and the truthful, powerful, important information that is NOT being expressed all end up pointing toward a wound that is too big to cope with in any other known way.

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Yes, resentments APPEAR most often to be anger focused and anger driven.  Anger holds a very specific (and special) place on the full circle of the stress-not stressed nervous system-brain survival response system.

I see peace and calm as being what we need at the center of this system.  Anger is at the “GO” area of the ‘fight’ stress response.  When anger is connected to good, effective, manageable, known tools for improving the chances of continued survival it is useful.  It is tied to both confidence in known abilities to solve problems and to competence.

In effect, anger says, “I have seen this problem before and kicked its butt.  This is how I did it, and I know if I use these same tools and abilities THIS time it will lead to the same positive results.  The problem will be solved and the ‘threat’ will be beaten.”

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If the stress-calm response system is operating effectively, when it is seen that the anger-fight response was NOT successful, a person automatically moves into the next quadrant of the response system — FEAR.

Fear, of course, can be tied to continual experience of anxiety.  What matters is that fear lead forward into something effective for solving the threat-conflict-challenge.

Fear is designed to give us the information that what we tried before to solve a similar problem was NOT effective this time around — on this particular problem we face.  The fear is the body’s response to the recognition of lack of competence to overcome and ‘beat’ the challenge, and thus to the feeling state of lack of confidence.

Fear says, “Uh Oh!  THAT sure didn’t work!  Now I am in big trouble!  I better learn something new here, and learn it fast or I am Bye Bye!”

It’s great if a person can jump off of the twirly stress-calm response carousel right here by learning something new from the situations surrounding THIS particular trauma.  They can simply take a shortcut back to the anger quadrant of the circle and get to work — and WIN — whatever that entails — so that they can as quickly as possible return to the center point of peace, calm and well-being.

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But what if nothing can be discovered to cope in a new effective way with the immediate challenge?  What if one tries their darnedest and comes up with — ZIPPO?  Oh, dear, and you guessed it!  The person moves on to the next quadrant of this response circle into sadness.  And oh this can be just as big a problem as ending up stuck in either of the previous two spots of anger or fear.

BUT — and this is something I thought a lot about about a year ago.  SADNESS is one of the most positive points on this circle a person can reach because if any particular problem that has not responded to all known attempts to apply what is known fail, this is the most productive spot for learning something very new, very different, very creative — and very productive.

At the same time in our current culture sadness can be the most difficult state to move out of.   It is like finding oneself stuck in a giant pothole or trying to get over a giant hill.  When in sadness, our life force, our energy, our confidence, our sense of competence to solve problems in a great way so we can get back to peace and calm are at its lowest.

And it is at THIS point on the stress-calm response system circle that I think resentments lie — not at the anger spot.

Resentments, though they do not usually seem to concern themselves directly with a REAL problem, only some fantasized version of an irrelevant problem, are actually probably about sadness — hopelessness — despair.  What is lacking at this particular point on this system-wheel is most often the ability to access the needed external support and encouragement from other people.

Tossing resentments around at others does not quite motivate them to step in with warmth and compassion to lend a willing helping hand.

Resentments thrown at others is most often (in non-trauma drama conditions) to bring this response.  “I have no idea where you are coming from and I am not remotely interested in finding out.  When YOU figure it out, let me know.  I am NOT going to join you in THAT misery.”

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I haven’t yet mentioned what I see as the 4th point on this survival wheel.  While it is a response point that is BEST entered FIRST when a challenge appears to ongoing life and/or well-being, it can also very commonly be the LAST point we enter.

But no matter whether we get there first when we receive a challenge, or last if we are faced with something we have no effective first response for, it is the one that benefits us as do no others.

If a challenge does not overwhelm our abilities to respond to it effectively, we simply leave our center point of peace and calm into the quadrant of confident competence — and deal with it.  From there, once the problem has been solved, we can take the very simple and very short step back to our center of peaceful calm.

I used to include joy and happiness in my thinking about this survival response wheel, but I no longer do.  Feeding my suspicions is the physiological fact that our ‘happiness center’ resides in a particular very small area in our later forming LEFT brain, not in our earliest forming, directly-body-connected, more ancient emotional-social RIGHT brain.

All the processes I am describing within the stress-survival wheel happen in connection with perceived threats that are fundamentally challenging our well-being on a deeper level than do those that simply challenge our more peripheral ‘happiness center’.  This state of happy joy is, in my thinking, a more highly evolved condition that relies upon all the other systems in our body to work profitably and effectively.

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If a person has ‘learned’ adequate responses to solve problems and knows how and when to use these responses, the ‘fight’ or anger quadrant of our survival response never needs to be entered.  Neither does the fear one, or the sadness one.

But few of us are so fortunate to ‘win’ in every situation first time around.  We are left in vulnerable bodies feeling vulnerable and have to WORK and LEARN as we go on through life.  Getting stuck in any place around the wheel means that we are deprived of the benefits of spending the majority of our time in the life-nurturing center of peace and calm.

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So, when I think about some of the resentments other people who are important to me tossed in my direction lately, I do agree that their resentments do not accurately follow Grice’s Maxims of reasonable conversation or ‘polite speech’.  The resentments are not ‘on topic’ for the situations that stimulated their appearance.  The resentments are NOT providing enough of the right, accurate, truthful information about what the problem that person is facing REALLY is.  Hence, the resentments are not relevant.

Resentments are fantastic.  They are tied into a fantasy that by tossing out these particular ‘words’ nobody will really detect the true state of hopeless sadness that is, in fact, feeding the real problems.  Resentments are a cover-up for missing confidence and actual competence for solving problems that have created wounds that are not healing.

So, yes, it would appear that genuine empathy and compassion would be the most accurate response a resentment-receiver could make.

Not so simple as it might sound.

Because resentments are themselves signals that there is unresolved ongoing trauma in a person’s life, it can be very difficult to negotiate a non-trauma drama response in feeling, thought, word and action.  How to relate to a person who has just thrown the glove of combat while NOT responding in kind — and while avoiding stepping into the quicksand of ongoing trauma drama?

As far as I can tell the first step is for me to recognize that a problem-challenge has presented itself.  The second step is to try to accurately define what the challenge ACTUALLY is.

These two steps must be taken on some level every single time we are challenged with a problem, large trauma or not.

The third step is for me to assess my abilities to respond effectively and appropriately.  That I am having to stop and do this step AT ALL lets me know I lack the confidence in my competence to immediately solve the conflict-problem for myself (1st or is it the 4th point on the survival wheel?)

Well, in my case this won’t be the first step on the wheel.  I have to work through my anger, my fear, my sadness — and arrive hopefully at the fourth position of appropriate and effective response IN TIME.  It is not happening instantaneously.

I could be stuck in anger at the person, at the situation, at myself for not knowing how to actively cope with it effectively.  I could be stuck in fear that I did something wrong, that I am stupid, that I am going to lose this relationship forever.  Then I could be stuck in hopeless sadness.

OR, I can take the benefit from being in movement around this wheel which is — I am presented with the opportunity to LEARN SOMETHING NEW that will be effective THIS time, and possibly in the future as well.

If I CAN learn something new that works and might work in the future, I can possibly spare myself all this trouble next time!

What I do know is that because there is a problem-challenge (rupture) to my abilities that my known responses did not resolve (repair) I am left NOT feeling peaceful and calm.

While I am not responsible for how other people ARE or for what they DO, I am responsible (by choice) for finding new ways to process my way through life that do not involve me jumping into the quicksand of trauma drama — not my own, not anyone else’s.

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What I suspect is most devastating about not having the RIGHT response to a problem-challenge immediately available (known and tested) is that as we then enter into the stress response wheel we lose our connection to that center place of peaceful calm.  What I want to explore here for myself in this new opportunity for learning that has been presented to me is this:  “Is there a way to allow myself to move around this very natural wheel of what it takes to learn something new to repair a rupture while I STAY CONNECTED to the powers that the/my center of peace and calm provide to me””

Because I have trauma altered development due to growing up from birth in an insanely abusive, traumatizing, malevolent world, I at the same time have two related ‘disabilities’.

(1) I have a disorganized-disoriented (dissociating) insecure attachment pattern built into my physiology — which includes my nervous system-brain-mind-self AND my stress-calm response system.

(2) I have co-occurring emotional regulation difficulties.

So what I want to practice is how to stay in contact with my peace and calm center, which lets me know that I am safe and secure no matter what at the same time I allow myself to feel all the other emotions that exist in my body, as they are processed, and as the information about how I feel is fed to my attention from my right brain.

In other words, how to I peacefully and calmly experience this state along with the other multiple and difficult emotional states at the same time — and ALSO continue to work my way through the stress circle to come out with a non-trauma effective solution?

Good question.  Very good question.  And I don’t yet have the answer but I have confidence at least that my efforts are positive.

I am also aware that I am working on the level of my physiology as I apply myself to this effort.  That alone is great progress for me, to know that I cannot live my life without my body being a part of every experience that I have!  I cannot simply try to THINK my way through this without feeling all of it also.

The other most important point for me to realize is my commitment to working my way through these present conflicts without dissociating.  It seems like a lot to ask of myself — like believing I could pick up 40 gallon milk jugs and begin to juggle them through the air like some imagined pro would.

Nope, wrong information.  Right brain, wrong image.  That’s as silly a thought and as useless and irrelevant as any resentment is.  I cannot resent myself for not knowing how to do everything perfectly.  It is not productive for me to fault myself for not knowing all the answers.

Rather I can encourage myself and think about all the things I have done competently.  And I can know that no matter what the problem-challenge, all of us can always learn something new, useful and effective!  And as we do this learning work we are wearing an ever deepening rut around the stress-trauma-calm response wheel so that every next time we are challenged we can move around it faster (or skip it all together) so that we spend less time in the difficult states and more time in the center state where peace and calmness supply us with our well-being.

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+WHAT DOES OUR BODY KNOW ABOUT TRAUMA DRAMA?

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One of my close friends, I call her Marge, telephoned me this morning with news she is leaving town to head out to the Seattle area next Tuesday for a week to attend a funeral.  Marge’s sister’s 29 year old son is dead from an overdose.

Marge has been estranged from her only sister for 15 years, and from her only brother for over 35, not because Marge carries any animosity toward either one of these family members, but because on the other end of her relationships, her siblings do.

I headed over to online Webster’s after my conversation with Marge and looked up the word Marge used, ‘estranged‘.  I find it rings with meanings related to two other words I explored last week:  wrong and pariah (outcast).  Both of these words relate to ‘what is the same’ and what is ‘not the same’.  I find that ‘estranged’ really shares the stage with these words because of its origins with the word ‘strange’.

Origin of STRANGE

Middle English, from Anglo-French estrange, from Latin extraneus, literally, external, from extra outside — more at extra-

First Known Use: 13th century

Origin of EXTRA

probably short for extraordinary

First Known Use: 1757

Origin of EXTRAORDINARY

Middle English extraordinarie, from Latin extraordinarius, from extra ordinem out of course, from extra + ordinem, accusative of ordin-, ordo order

Date: 15th century

1 a : going beyond what is usual, regular, or customary <extraordinary powers>

b : exceptional to a very marked extent <extraordinary beauty>

c of a financial transaction : nonrecurring

2 : employed for or sent on a special function or service <an ambassador extraordinary>

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In my previous post I talked about the relationship between trauma and chaos.  Chaos by its nature lacks any kind of order that can be understood in ordinary ways.

To find a connection in word roots between ‘estranged’, ‘strange’, ‘extra’ and ‘extraordinary’ led me right back to this link between trauma and chaos, or lack of order because of the direct connection in English between the root of ‘extraordinary’ in the concept of order:

Origin of ORDER

Middle English, from Anglo-French ordre, from Medieval Latin & Latin; Medieval Latin ordin-, ordo ecclesiastical order, from Latin, arrangement, group, class; akin to Latin ordiri to lay the warp, begin

First Known Use: 14th century

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The idea of being ‘wrong’ is connected to the idea of ‘same versus different’, and in its origins to ‘homos‘.  We are here again, when considering ‘extraordinary’ discovering that word’s connection also the idea of ‘same versus different’ related to order.  What order does this or that fit into?

I know that the idea of ‘extraordinary’ is intimately tied into the experience of trauma.  Traumas ARE traumas because they are events that are outside the range of ordinary experience — they are EXTRAORDINARY.

Trauma’s connection to chaos and to a lack of order signal us to the fact that experiences of trauma are difficult to classify, categorize, or place into any usual pattern, or ‘order’.  Traumas are in a class all of their own — except for one thing:  Traumas fit into the class of trauma along with any other experience that is ‘extraordinary’ and does not fit into the ‘class’ or ‘order’ of the usual, normal or ordinary.

Therefore when estrangement happens between people it does so because underneath whatever specific ’cause’ of the breach (rupture without repair) there ALWAYS lies something STRANGE and outside the range of ordinary experience:  Trauma = chaos = lack of order = extraordinary = strange.

In other words, down in the roots of English being estranged comes from making a determination on some level and a distinction between experiences that lets us know that trauma DOES NOT BELONG.  It is ALIEN.  It is STRANGE.  It is NOT THE SAME as what benefits us, helps us thrive, or to what promotes our well-being.

WE KNOW THIS, even if unconsciously, and WE CAN MAKE THESE DISTINCTIONS.

I believe this ability to know what is good for us and what is not good for us comes to us along with our DNA coding.  This lets me know that any time we CANNOT MAKE THIS DISTINCTION it is because ongoing trauma of some kind has — itself — tampered with our ability to know the difference.

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There are certainly many places where ongoing trauma and threat of trauma so infiltrates people’s lives that a LACK OF TRAUMA would be outside the range of ordinary — not the other way around.  We can all think of many conditions where this reverse of ‘ordinary’ is true — including what goes on in abusive homes.

Trauma is a close partner and ally with malevolent and an enemy to benevolent and benign.  Where there is one the other is mostly or completely absent.

When the experience of being ‘estranged’ from members of our family, or even from members of our society is closely scrutinized, we will ALWAYS find both trauma — and trauma drama.  At the same time we will always find that some level of distinction has been made.  The question becomes, “From which side of the trauma-malevolent versus non-trauma-benevolent side of the line was the distinction made from?”

If the decision to ‘estrange’ ourselves came from the trauma drama side of the line, the estrangement is not about eliminating trauma so much as it is about maintaining and continuing it.

If the decision to ‘estrange’ ourselves came from the non-trauma-benevolent side of the line, the accompanying decision has been made to lessen the presence and impact of ongoing trauma in our lives.

HOW DO WE KNOW THE DIFFERENCE?

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Many of us who come from abusive-trauma drama-malevolent backgrounds spend out entire life teetering along the line that separates what promotes our well-being from what does not at the same time we are continually trying to define which is which.

Had we come from safe and secure benevolent, benign backgrounds I don’t believe we would have been forced to spend so much effort trying to distinguish between the two.  We SHOULD have been able to know clearly and distinctively which was which.  The ability is in our DNA.

But this ability has been tampered with by overwhelming experiences with extraordinary trauma exposure.

So on we trauma drama participants and survivors go, continually teetering, teetering, teetering along the line between what promotes our own well-being and what does not.  AND between WHO promotes our own well-being and WHO does not.

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My family of origin was riddled with ‘estrangements’.  My mother’s divorced mother hated her ex.  She was estranged from him.  She contaminated my mother and her brother with her hatred so that they were estranged from their father.

My mother hated my father’s family and together they arranged that my father DISOWN his entire family so that all their offspring were estranged from our paternal relatives.  My mother became estranged from her brother.  I eventually disowned my mother and became estranged from her (and “Good Riddance” — that was finally, at age 34, my very good idea).

Now coming down the line my parent’s offspring are estranged from my mother’s brother’s side of the family, including from our uncle and both of his children.  After nearly 60 years of living, even the relationships between the six of my parents’ offspring are teetering dangerously close in some cases to estrangement, as well.

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Now, talking to my good friend this morning I hear similar stories from her side of the line.  In both of our families alcoholism ran rampant — and still does.  Along with alcoholism (and all other addictions) runs the SYMPTOM of resentments.  If there is one clear indicator of the presence of intergenerational trauma drama it is RIGHT THERE:  RESENTMENTS.

With one critically important distinction!  When it comes to determining which side of the trauma line an estrangement originates from, the presence or absence of LIVE resentments seems to be the key we can use to determine whether the estrangement is coming from the malevolent “Keep the trauma drama fires burning!” side or the “Damn it!  Let’s live a better life!” side.

Without resentments, choices to distance ourselves from certain people and situations can be an act of freedom.  With resentments, choices to distance ourselves from certain people and situations is a further step into chaos, disorder, and trauma.

NONE of the estrangement decisions that my family of origin made were free of resentments.  Some of them, like my siblings’ disconnection with our cousins just happened as a result of decisions that were made earlier by the people in power in our lives.  We have hence lived with that status quo.

But what about NOW?

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Few of us would willingly choose to stick our hand blindly into a hat that contained both a check for a billion dollars and a venomous snake whose bite would guarantee us instant death while we simply HOPED for the good outcome and not the bad one.

Yet the complexities of human relationships very often contain degrees of life-promotion of relationships along with degrees of life-destruction of relationships.  We make decisions for our actions on a constant basis as we go on through life sharing our life with other people.

And sometimes the transition points between promoting these relationships in better ways versus destroying them happens while we are blind about what really matters.

My friend, Marge said something interesting this morning as she talked about how she is preparing herself to go spend a week in Seattle with her estranged sister who is in grief and crisis.  “I am pro proactive.”

She is pre preparing her own self to be as ready as she can be to glide her own self as benignly as possible through what might be traumatic and troubled waters.

And in this process she is instinctively examining where the resentments lie, and as she does so she is clarifying for herself where the ‘strangeness’ actually lies.  As she walks as much as possible on the side of non-trauma, she at the same time looks within herself and finds that she is NOT the one holding resentments or making any decisions that are powered by this fuel.

That means to me that she is on the side of both freedom and increasing well-being.

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When we come from trauma-drama abusive backgrounds it can be hard for us to figure out what is actually true and what isn’t, what is relevant and what is not.  That is part of what my last post about Grice’s Maxims describes.

Resentments exist because information that is not true, not backed up by accurate information, are held to BE the absolute truth.

Resentments exist because what is ACTUALLY true and important is being ignored and denied.  People are “painting their bathroom wall while their house is burning down.”

Trauma drama thrives where resentments are present.  Resentments thrive where trauma drama is present.  Find one, you find the other.

Lessening trauma drama lessens resentments, and also here the other happens at the same time.  Less trauma, less trauma drama, fewer resentments.

As we begin to turn (I don’t say return for those of us who have never lived without trauma drama since our birth) away from the line that separates what promotes our well-being (and others’) toward what DOES promote well-being, the trauma drama and the resentments begin to fade away.

And in this process what is happening is that ORDER and REASON-ABLE-NESS are replacing disorder and the madness of the chaos of trauma.  Trauma and the disorder of chaos do not promote well-being.

Finding what is ACTUALLY true for us means that we are finding what is ACTUALLY relevant.  We begin to operate with FACTS (even the subjective ones of what we are truthfully feeling) rather than with illusions, delusions, fantasies and lies that exist in the topsy turvy disordered chaotic universe that trauma and its drama create.

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And how do we find our own center point from which we can begin to more accurately make this critical distinctions?  At the one place that severe infant-child abuse survivors are least likely to possess because our trauma altered development deprived us of it in the first place.

That point, that unequivocally accurate place within us is — A CENTER POINT OF PEACE AND CALM.

If we didn’t get to have this state of peace and calmness built into our center, right into our physiology, into our nervous system and brain, we have to LEARN what it is, what if feels like, how to begin to establish it — and how to keep it.

Once we begin to make this move toward peace and calmness, we begin to recognize both trauma drama and the resentments that so feed it — along with the inaccuracies regarding true facts that are relevant to what is REALLY going on.

Sooner or later, as we begin to alter our own patterns of living, our actual body — our physiology itself — will begin to change.  Our BODY will begin this turn around which means that we are stepping ever more willingly away from the line that separates malevolent trauma drama from benevolent peace and calm that promotes well-being.

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Here again I will say that we ALL, no matter how abused we have been, no matter to what degree and in what way our actual physiological development was altered as we grew up in terrible trauma — have one asset that NOBODY can remove from us if we are willing to access it.

Deep within the center of our DNA we KNOW the difference.  We KNOW what peace and calm is, and we know what it is not.

Way down deep, under all the quivering, quaking, rocking and rolling that trauma drama has created in our life and in our body, we PHYSIOLOGICALLY KNOW what promotes well-being — peace and calm — and what does not — because our body feels it and will tell us if we pay attention to its signals.

And on this level I firmly believe that no matter how difficult it might be for any of us to ACTUALLY begin to listen to our body for its signals about what peace and calmness ACTUALLY feels like — ALL OF US ARE FREE.

When I make this statement I most of all test my idea against all that I have learned about my mother.  In spite of all her meanness and madness, I DO BELIEVE absolutely that if she had known what to look for, and had exercised her FREEDOM to CHOOSE to increase the feeling of peace and calmness in her BODY, it would have increased within her life at the same time.

ALL OF US MUST KNOW THAT WE ARE FREE TO MAKE THIS CHOICE.  NO MATTER WHAT OUR PRESENT PHYSIOLOGICAL CONDITION.  And I make this statement knowing absolutely that so-called mental illness is nearly always connected to trauma-altered early developmental changes of some kind, at some level, that tampered with our ability to have peace and calmness established at the center equilibrium balance point of our existence.

Having peace and calm NATURALLY built into our body HAS to happen under early conditions of safe and secure early caregiver attachment in a benevolent environment.

But no matter what, we can locate that feeling inside of us today and begin to make as many choices as we can manage to notice so that we — and our body — can move in this life-promoting direction.

Resentments DO NOT include a center point of peace and calm.  They thrive on the opposite.  Once we are willing to recognize the truth of this, and begin to make choices toward peace and calm, the resentments we carry will have nothing left to life on.  We will deprive them of our attention and our life force and resentments will literally starve themselves to death.

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So we are NOT blindly reaching into a hat containing good and bad choices if we pay attention to our body’s peace and calm signals.  We will not blindly choose to estrange ourselves from people in our lives if we have the peace and calm at our center information.  We will be using our DNA birthright that guarantees that as long as we are alive our body knows the difference not in the intellectual battle between right versus wrong, or good versus bad, but rather knows the difference between what promotes peace and calm and our center (well-being) and what is a move toward the opposite.

And briefly I will mention that I do not rely on the 12-step word ‘serenity’ here because ‘serenity’ to me invokes an intellectual concept and not the physiological reality that peace and calm actually are.  The ability to experience peaceful calmness is our physiological birthright.

Peaceful calmness is the place where order begins.  It is the antidote to trauma.

Being serene is the end result of the entire process I am describing here.  Being serene is a state of being that does not exist without the presence of peaceful calmness in the body – first!

Origin of SERENE

Middle English, from Latin serenus clear, cloudless, untroubled

First Known Use: 15th century

Life is not often ‘clear, cloudless, untroubled’, yet as we learn to feel peace and calmness in our body, and as we become clear about what we need to KEEP that feeling in our body, and as we decide to pay attention and to value what it takes to feel this way, and as we begin to make choices and to take actions to increase this state of well-being, we will naturally know more states of serenity that we have known before no matter WHAT else is happening around us.

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I believe the 12-step emphasis on serenity as a goal provides the counterweight to the power that resentments have to destroy the lives of alcoholics and addicts.  The effort to improve one’s state of serenity happens along with the effort to release resentments.  Like fire and water — resentments and serenity do not mix.

Yet what I am talking about is more on the “How do I get there from here?” level for trauma drama participants and trauma drama (abuse) survivors.

Peace and calm, though they be but mere words and therefore are by definition ‘intellectual concepts’, are actual feelings in the BODY that are physiologically based.  Our BODY (including of course our nervous system-brain) was SUPPOSED to be formed, as I have described, with peace and calm at its physiological center point of balance from which ALL other feelings originate.

Survivors don’t have it there, so we have to learn to identify both the feelings and the life actions that PUT THEM THERE at our center.  THEN we can begin to manipulate all our actions so that they foster serenity, well-being and a depletion of trauma drama in our lives.  I believe that it is a natural body-based fact — and therefore a truth —  that the more well-being we feel in our life (and the less trauma drama), the more we will crave it.  As a species, we evolved that way, and ALL of us can benefit from that fact.

And as we follow this life promoting pathway trauma drama will begin to feel increasingly strange, foreign and unpleasant to us.  We will learn how to take steps to avoid it like the quicksand it is.

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+STRONG VALUES THAT CANNOT BE COMPROMISED

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I have rather accidentally discovered today what is evidently one of my most powerful values.  I have known since the day in 1988 when I wrote my letter disowning my abusive mother that I would no longer be willing to tolerate what I called ‘a phony relationship’ with her.  Today all these years later I have discovered that I will not do it with anyone — no matter whom, no matter what.

Two other words besides ‘phony’ would be superficial and pretend.  That’s just me.  Phony, superficial and pretend might work for a nonrelationship with very casual acquaintances.  That to me is appropriate.  But I have no tolerance for phony, superficial or pretend when it comes to people who truly matter to me.  Those are the people, both family and my friends who I also expect to matter to, also.

So the powerful value I hold that became super clear to me today, after some happenings these past few days that led up to this point for me, is that any time someone I care about is in need, I will do everything in my capacity to assist them.  Equally, I will downgrade any relationship in my life from the rank of important to one of ‘casual acquaintance’ if I discover that when I truly need them, they either assist me with resentment (especially when years later the fact that I was vulnerable and that the so-called help that was given is thrown back in my face along with the resentment), the help was given with judgment-criticism-condemnation, or not given at all.

There will always be times where circumstances limit or prevent what assistance can realistically be offered.  But I always need a two-way street of open, caring, and honest communication during times of greatest hardship.

(I will not stand by and be treated meanly, disrespected, or bullied!  I have to remember that if active alcoholism is present, resentments will be rampant.  They are part and parcel of the disease.  That doesn’t mean I am going to tolerate any part of it, no matter how much love I have for anyone.)

There are just times when people need one another.  That’s a fact of life.  When someone we care about lets us down, well that’s another matter.  What I do know — and found out so clearly about myself today —  is that this is one value I cannot and will not compromise on.  Once I become clear that a person close to me does not share this value with me equally, I have to seriously question and perhaps reappraise the entire relationship — or end it.

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+THOUGHTS ON DISSOCIATION’S ARM = DEREALIZATION

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It took me a few moments this morning to realize that the many loud sirens I was hearing from my house were not coming from the American side, but rather from the Mexican one.  It took me a few more moments to realize that, yet again, their sirens were not indicating threat, danger or harm, but were instead part of an ongoing Independence Day (from Spain) celebration.

Having lived on the border now for over ten years I only slightly question how celebration and good times are so often recognized by the ‘playing’ of sirens in Mexico.  They don’t sound them for any short period on these days, either.  They scream often for an hour or more, as they did today, their sound winding its way along the Mexican border town’s streets like big people playing.

It took me even more time to have the thoughts appear in my mind that were connected to last night at the stroke of midnight.  I was sound asleep, and suddenly wakened by a BOOM so powerful it shook the walls of my house, its floor, my bed — and me.  Crawling toward consciousness I sat up in bed, and sure enough high in the black night sky were circles and crescents of sparkling lights from an expensive and beautiful fireworks display.

I sat up in bed for all of about four seconds trying to appreciate how interesting it is that I can watch Mexican fireworks from the end of my bed, but sleep was evidently far more attractive.  I laid down, fell back into my slumber and forgot all about it until after I had placed both the sound of this morning’s sirens and their purpose.

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All is a memory now.  The sirens have silenced.  I had the thought that perhaps playing siren music in celebrations might be a delightful aspect of police and fire protection employees who for those brief times can forget their more weighty obligations.

At the same time I also recognized how familiar this feeling is to me of what is called ‘derealization’.  Coming awake from my sleeping dreams last night into the out-of-the-ordinary experience of witnessing a massive fireworks display at midnight simply by opening my eyes and sitting up in bed did NOT feel real when I remembered it today.  In fact, it did not feel real last night when it happened, either.

And then it struck me that perhaps if I wrote this simple post it might help those who have no clear idea what the ‘derealization’ aspect of dissociation feels like might be able to glimpse for an instant through my words what our life in our body often feels like for may severe infant-child abuse survivors.

Most everyone who experiences trauma — and nearly everyone does at some point in their life — will, during the ACTIVE experience of the ongoing trauma itself experience what I mentioned in an earlier post this week — the altered sense of time and experience that happens during the peritraumatic experience of acute trauma.  But most people ‘get over it’ quickly and do not go forward into the rest of their lives with posttraumatic (PTSD) changes in the way their body-brain processes their experience of life.

There was nothing traumatic about what I am describing (although fireworks is a symbolic display of the violent trauma of war), but it was also not quite ordinary, either.  But what matters to me is that I was given a very clear event that helps me name and describe how sometimes life doesn’t feel quite real when things happen, and things don’t feel quite real when they are remembered — which leads me to briefly mention yet another arm of dissociation — depersonalization — which is the experience of the person having both experience and the memory of experience not feeling real, either!

Numb, distanced, remote, operating on the other side of a void, having the void within, out of synch with time and place — there are as many ways to describe what dissociation ‘symptoms’ feel like as there are people who have experienced it.  While some-many severe abuse and trauma survivors (war veterans included) have no choice but to live continually trying to battle their way out of these sensations, all of us would probably rather be able to say, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

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+MY ABUSIVE MOTHER: A PERFECT MADNESS

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Oh, what a last few days.  What a morning, that began when I woke and couldn’t sleep from 3 am onward, and began to address some important and very difficult issues.  Most of it I am not able to speak of right now publicly because it involves siblings — not yet — or perhaps not ever.  Time will tell.

I am hard at work now outside on my adobe work trying to irradiate the nasty pest Bermuda grass, and the process reminds me of how hard it can be to pull the trauma from abusive childhoods out of our life.  Probably it is impossible, not only because of the trauma-created physiological development changes, but also probably it is impossible because everything really is so interrelated and complicated.

The Bermuda runners and tendrils wrap themselves around every root of every ‘good’ plant.  Trying to get it away from the plants completely would destroy the plants I want to keep.  But I am doing my best.

One thing I can mention from a long conversation I had on the phone with my younger sister today came from somethings she described as she made clear to me the difference between the two main arms of my mother’s terrible abuse of me.

My sister uses the word ‘pariah’, or outcast (untouchable), coming into English from India around 1600 from a word that literally means ‘drummer’.  It was always members of the largest and lowest caste who drummed during ceremonies.

All but my older brother who was 14 months old when I was born were themselves born into my mother’s mad universe in which I was two things:  (1) the pariah and (2) the scapegoat (‘pharmacos’).

According to my sister’s perspective, nobody could have done a better job than my mother did — at what she did.  She completely convinced my siblings that I was not the same as they were.

I realize there are avenues for me to explore here because ‘not being the same’ as my siblings — while of course ending up to mean I was different than they were — operated more profoundly, pervasively and conclusively.  ‘Not being the same’ as my siblings was the bedrock basis and condition of my existence — and I was ‘not the same’ as my siblings in every possible way my mother could name.

On the other hand, as my sister describes it, my mother also created another arm of madness that was tied to making sure that all my siblings, my father, and my grandmother understand that my mother NEEDED me to be her scapegoat.  They knew without words from her actions and attitudes toward me that nobody could question what she did to me or said about me.

My sister also described how absolutely effective my mother’s turning me into a pariah was.  By keeping my siblings from having any kind of a relationship with me as their sibling, as a human being, as someone they could not only relate to, but appreciate, value and care about, my mother guaranteed that they would NEVER question her abuse of me and more importantly would NEVER intervene in any way — ever.

In other words, her turning me into a pariah, by removing any common ground I could have shared with my siblings as children, gave my mother everything she needed to scapegoat me — to abuse me terribly, any way she wanted to.

Another aspect my sister described this morning had to do with the biological, instinctual, genetic understanding that mother’s care for children and that without primary caregiving of basic physical needs, children cannot survive.  My mother was supremely effective at making sure there were no other possible adults in her children’s life so that all of us were completely dependent upon her.

Whatever my mother wanted was a fact, and if she wanted to, needed to abuse me, that also was an unquestionable fact.  Needing to be cared for (fed, clothed, etc.)  to stay alive overrode all other young concerns.

In other words, as I think about this all today, our family was extremely primitive.  It seems natural that my mother would gravitate toward a wilderness mountainside to play out her madness.  Nobody evolved to the point where anything could be verbalized, discussed, or willfully changed.

My sister also marvels at how, even though completely unconsciously orchestrated, my mother filled every crack, covered all ground, put together all the pieces that she could so thoroughly convince everyone, within and outside the family, that nothing out of the ordinary happened.  But for that to happen she first had to make her insane abuse of me ‘ordinary’ to my siblings, to my father, to my grandmother — and to anyone else that might possibly have noticed and/or questioned what she was doing.

My mother’s madness, although perfectly terrible, was still perfect.  That, to me, rings profoundly true and equally disturbing.

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On the other hand, the process I am going through right now is very much about whether or not I CAN write my own story — and whether or not I want to.  I don’t know yet.  If I were to look at this on a weighted scale, the weight by far is on the NO end.

If I am going to move forward with my writing, I have to change on the inside of me in ways that are both scary and unknown.  My early day thus far was a walk on the ‘blind side’ — into areas involving myself as a sibling as I begin to explore, ask questions, feel feelings about what it was like to be ME growing up as my siblings’ sibling.

That is different for me from being my mother’s abused daughter, my father’s daughter, etc.  Being my siblings’ sibling is very up close and personal — in ways I cannot yet explain.

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+INFANT-CHILD ABUSE, ACUTE TRAUMA = PERITRAUMATIC ALTERED SENSE OF THE PASSAGE OF TIME

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This electronic article talks about something I wanted to mention today:  The peritraumatic sense of the passing of time.

Acute Stress Disorder Symptoms in Children and Their Parents After Pediatric Traffic Injury

By Winston, et. Al.  (‘and others’) found in PEDIATRICS Vol. 109 No. 6 June 2002, pp. e90

Although the article presents information about the trauma of car accidents, the processes described here apply to everyone of any age.  Yet my major concern (as usual) is with what happens when similar conditions of trauma and its impact create changes in severely abused infants and children.

I am particularly interested in these aspects of the subject:  peritrauma components (dissociation, fear/helplessness/horror, and an altered sense of time)

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Nobody – no body – is designed to operate well under chronic conditions of ACUTE TRAUMA.

And, it is especially the very young growing and developing body that is most vulnerable to the impact that ACUTE TRAUMATIC CONDITIONS create as they alter development of the body, nervous system-brain, autonomic nervous system (ANS), vagal (vagus) nerve system, and the immune system.  As presented on this blog many times, epigenetic changes are likely to occur as the mechanisms that tell the DNA what to do (for the rest of a person’s lifetime and on down the generations) to best ensure survival under truly chronic, malevolent conditions also adapt in a malevolent world.

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Very few people are yet able to discuss the long-range impact that ACUTE TRAUMATIC CONDITIONS create in young abused infants and children as they grow and development in adaptation to these conditions.  Fewer still are able to openly and accurately admit that the risk for so-called ‘mental illness’ in these survivors is astronomically high.  These so-called ‘mental illnesses’ are direct symptoms of the trauma that created them in interaction (most often) with genetic combinations that would NEVER have manifested themselves had these same infant-children been raised in safe, secure and benevolent environments.

What most survivors, myself included, ACTUALLY have is a trauma changed body.  The most accurate description of what these changes did to us, and both ‘gave’ to us and ‘took away’ is NOT within the field of so-called ‘mental illness’ even though our difficulties appear to lie along this spectrum of dis-ease and lack of well-being throughout our lifetime.

No.  What we early severe abuse survivors actually  ‘have’ is more closely and accurately described as an insecure attachment pattern (disorder) that is the NATURAL and also the LOGICAL consequence resulting from what was done to us as we tried to be children growing up.

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Many of severe early abuse and neglect survivors end up with physiological changes from trauma altered development that most closely fit the DISORGANIZED-DISORIENTED (D-D) insecure attachment pattern (disorder).  I now know, having only done my research-homework of related research in the last six years that allowed me to figure this out, that this is what I live with in consequence of all that my mother did to me for the first important critical developmental years of my life.

Every other so-called ‘diagnosable’ condition I have – be it major depression, dissociation, and PTSD is actually a manifestation of this D-D attachment pattern.

It is time for severe early abuse and neglect survivors to recognize both the earthquake-trauma of our early environments, and the power that the trauma we survived had to change the core of our physiology.

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In follow-up to the post I wrote yesterday about being ‘broken hearted’ I wanted to add this information today because being fundamentally ‘broken hearted’ in my trauma-altered physiology is very much concerned with the peritraumatic sense of the passage of time.

I don’t believe that ANY DISSOCIATION ever happens without this peritraumatic sense of the passage of time being present.  And this is important because our body does not measure time by any clock or calendar.  Trauma induces conditions within the body during the duration of the traumatic episode that match only ONE thing – how much time does the body have to spend in the ACUTE TRAUMA stage of actually being in the midst of ongoing trauma before the trauma STOPS.

As infants and children endure the many-faceted components of trauma – both as it is happening to them FROM THE OUTSIDE and as it is happening to them ON THE INSIDE OF THEIR BODY – they are at the same TIME experiencing this peritraumatic sense of time passing in a changed-altered way.

Trauma creates a state of immediacy because trauma IS an emergency condition and the body knows it – no matter how old it is.  When left in the ACUTE TRAUMA stage for too long – as severely abused infants and children are – the body has no choice but to adapt to these conditions.  And one of the adaptations the body is forced to make – permanently – is a changed sense of the passage of time that is most often recognized and named – DISSOCIATION.

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When I write about the consequences of living with a ‘broken heart’ from having been formed in infancy-childhood during ACUTE TRAUMA that happened to us in environments where we had no safe and secure attachments to mitigate the traumas we endured – I am ALWAYS writing at the same time about this peritraumatic altered sense of time.

People who were not severely and chronically abused during their earliest developmental stages, and who therefore did not experience physiological alterations in their body-brain in response, do not REALLY know what I am talking about.  When we enclose our personal expressions as survivors about what it is like to live in and with our trauma-changed body, what we can also KNOW and recognize is that the passage of time will never be the same for us as it is for those who developed in safe and secure-enough early caregiver environments.

Having been ‘given’ a D-D insecure attachment pattern (disorder) MEANS that at the same time the passage of time for us could not possibly be built into our body-brain in any ordinary way.

Therefore, when it comes to ANYTHING in our life, or about us, that involves threat of harm or actual harm during ‘later on’ in our lives, this altered sense of time will hop right up to the forefront within our trauma-altered body.

“Leaving the past behind” or “letting go and moving on” or “forgiving and forgetting” does not operate in the same way for severe early abuse survivors.  We are in effect at risk for being caught in what I will call a ‘TIME LOOP’ that does not match ordinary time perception.  Our TIME LOOP has at its center an ACUTE TRAUMA, perpetual peritraumatic sense of time passing – or NOT passing.

Having a Disorganized-Disoriented Insecure Attachment Pattern (disorder) built into our body (in my opinion) ALWAYS includes BOTH dissociation and this peritraumatic sense of time passing.  Only when healing can happen surrounding the traumatic experience as described in this article I mentioned at the beginning of this post will a survivor NOT be ‘doomed’ with permanent body changes that mean these disorienting-disorganizing dissociating experiences of peritraumatic time become continual underlying patterns of ‘being in a body in the world’.

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Naturally those of us survivors who were not given an adequate reprieve from the pain and terror of severe abuse as our body-brain grew and developed had no choice.  Adaptation to perpetual ACUTE TRAUMATIC CONDITIONS became a part of our body, and hence both of who we are in the world and HOW we are in the world.

Researchers and other professionals who ‘deal with’ so-called ‘mental illness’ both in children and in adults need to understand these facts.  Trying to apply ‘healing’ information and strategies to physiologically trauma-changed people is both ridiculous and harmful.

I know that I am ‘ahead of the curve’ on this topic, but I have to be.  I have to be.  Otherwise it is far too easy for me to get caught up in the societal loop that says there is something WRONG with me, when the truth actually is that there is something DIFFERENT about me.

Learning what this ‘different’ actually is means that at the same time I have to learn about what happened to me as my body-brain developed, and how what happened to me changed me.  And one of the changes that I DO have is a nearly continual altered sense of the passage of time – acute trauma — peritraumatic time – altered sense of the passage of time.

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All this having been said, I will add that we were blessed with a wonderful soaking rain yesterday early evening, and the ground where I am beginning to work my adobe magic is perfectly moist and soft to receive my efforts.  So, out I now go to place myself in ADOBE time – time connected to the most ancient of us all – the earth itself.

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+WHAT CHILD ABUSE, ADOBE-MAKING AND NAT KING COLE HAVE IN COMMON

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This post is an honest one about what I don’t let myself think about – or lately to write about – choosing when I can to work without words to try to distract myself instead:

From Mirriam-Webster’s online dictionary:

ANOMALY

: the angular distance of a planet from its perihelion as seen from the sun

: deviation from the common rule : irregularity

: something anomalous : something different, abnormal, peculiar, or not easily classified

First Known Use of ANOMALY

1603

The origins-roots of the word showed up under this form of the word:

ANOMALOUS

Origin of ANOMALOUS

Late Latin anomalus, from Greek anōmalos, literally, uneven, from a- + homalos even, from homos same — more at same

First Known Use: 1655

: inconsistent with or deviating from what is usual, normal, or expected : irregular, unusual

2 a : of uncertain nature or classification b : marked by incongruity or contradiction : paradoxical

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I would not be exploring this word ‘anomaly’ if I didn’t have to.

For weeks I have avoided writing.  I work instead, trying not to feel or to think – at all if I can help it.

Today this word has appeared to me along with a realization that I have my nose to a wall, in another corner not unlike the ones my mother stood me in for many, many thousands of hours during my childhood.

I cannot move out of this corner in any direction until I DO think about and give words to what I have been experiencing – actually for my entire lifetime.

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I could say that after over ten years I remain ‘love sick’ for a certain man that I have never in all that time deviated one fraction of an inch from feeling the same way about that I do not only at this moment, but at every moment of my life.

I cannot escape my feelings, no matter what I do.  Working as hard as I do at distracting myself accomplishes only one thing – if I can do it:  no thinking.  The no thinking is an exercise that consumes horrendous amounts of my life force.  I know that it does.  And although I convince myself the best that I can that not thinking IS actually helpful and productive, it really isn’t.  I know that.

The problem is that I cannot make myself feel any differently than I do.  I miss this man.

But there is more to the problem.  Unfortunately, a lifetime of more.  A more that began when I was born and has so changed me down to my molecular levels that I have no hope that I really CAN change and adapt ‘better’ to the only very sporadic, undependable, and pitifully inadequate contact that this man now chooses to have with me without having what I do have – a broken heart.

I was not born with a broken heart.  My mother’s abuse, and my father’s neglect of me and support of my mother’s abuse, broke my heart.  This trauma changed my development in all the ways I have described in the past on this blog.

So what can I possibly add today to my descriptions of what the terrible abuse of my childhood did to me?

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Not only did my mother treat me as the nonhuman devil’s child her Borderline Personality Disorder psychosis believed me to be from the time of her labor of me forward HURT me and CHANGE me, it created physiological patterns in my body-brain-mind-self that I really do not believe I can alter.

That’s where this word ‘anomaly’ came from today.  My existence within my physiological reality IS an anomaly.

Yes, I was treated in ‘irregular’ and ‘unusual’ ways that were extremely traumatic and abusive.  But more than that, it was built into me that I was an ‘irregular’ and ‘unusual’ child from my birth – and that was NEVER A GOOD THING.

I was permanently convinced from birth that I WAS NOT THE SAME as any other human being – as can be seen in the root origins of this word I have to accept into my thoughts today if I am going to make any progress now – in any direction.  I was not even a member of my species – and I was completely unacceptable and a failure – not as a human being, but as a — WHAT?

Origin of ANOMALOUS

Late Latin anomalus, from Greek anōmalos, literally, uneven, from a- + homalos even, from homos same — more at same

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And then there’s this information connected to this word:

a : of uncertain nature or classification b : marked by incongruity or contradiction : paradoxical

There was nobody LIKE me.  I was unique in my family, unique in my mother’s psychotic abusive mind.  Where does one go to meet another ‘born of the devil’ child like one’s self?

I was told the entire 18 years of my childhood that I was this not-human devil child.  And yet there I was – caught in this state of being ONE of this family, though hated and not wanted.  An incongruity, a contradiction, a paradox I could not possibly handle.

This paradox has never left me.  I hope that this link on the consequences of infant-child abuse as it places the little one in the face of an ‘unsolvable paradox’ as Dr. Allan Schore describes it is active HERE.  If not, Google search these terms:  allan schore child abuse paradox.

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No infant-child asks to be severely and malevolently treated.  The survivors do not ask to have to live the rest of their lives with the physiological changes that happened in their growing and developing body-brain for the rest of their lives.

This broken heart that I live with constantly is NOT ‘just about’ this broken relationship with this man I love.  My disorganized-disoriented insecure attachment pattern-disorder has been severely triggered, and I cannot make the pain of it go away.  It is tied into the fundamental changes that the abuse I endured created in me – at my core.

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Take a look at the pictures here of what was left of the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge after a 1989 earthquake.  This is what I feel like inside nearly all of the time.  And just as it wasn’t any fault of the bridge that it reacted to the severe trauma that changed it, a severe infant-child abuse survivor is not at fault for the changes our body had to make during the traumas of our childhood, either.

I can avoid feeling and thinking about how I AM inside – nobody wants to listen to me whine about it – least of all ME.

I have also been avoiding writing about how I feel.

Coming ‘up’ from the word ‘anomaly’ the other word that is stuck in my thoughts if I don’t distract myself most of the time is ‘wrong’.

WRONG

Middle English, from Old English wrang, from *wrang, adjective, wrong

First Known Use: before 12th century

NOUN — 1 a : an injurious, unfair, or unjust act : action or conduct inflicting harm without due provocation or just cause b : a violation or invasion of the legal rights of another; especially : tort

: something wrong, immoral, or unethical; especially : principles, practices, or conduct contrary to justice, goodness, equity, or law

: the state, position, or fact of being or doing wrong: as a : the state of being mistaken or incorrect b : the state of being guilty

ADJECTIVE — 1  : not according to the moral standard : sinful, immoral <thought that war was wrong>

: not right or proper according to a code, standard, or convention : improper <it was wrong not to thank your host>

: not according to truth or facts : incorrect <gave a wrong date>

: not satisfactory (as in condition, results, health, or temper)

: not in accordance with one’s needs, intent, or expectations <took the wrong bus>

: of, relating to, or constituting the side of something that is usually held to be opposite to the principal one, that is the one naturally or by design turned down, inward, or away, or that is the least finished or polished

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That was me, all right.  Eighteen years of having this beat into me in every possible, conceivable way.  Nobody EVER told me my mother was wrong, or that there was something wrong with my childhood.  By the time I figured that out – beginning when I was 30 years old – it was far, far, far too late to have this information help me where it mattered most.

By the time I began to understand how wrong my childhood was, how wrong the things done to me for 18 years were, how wrong my mother was that I was not human, that I was evil, that I was the devil’s child – all the physiological changes in my development had already taken place – a long, long, long time ago.

Nobody ever told me for those 18 suffering years that my childhood was the reverse of what most people’s were — turned inside out — nobody read the ‘wrong way – do not enter here’ signs of ‘thou shalt NOT NOT NOT do this to any child, certainly not your OWN’.  My body changed its development in such a WRONG world — and in its (my) essence it learned to know as a fundamental fact that there is something WRONG with me — in this world.

And in part, the powerful effects of the enduring isolation imposed on my by my mother in my childhood:  there is something WRONG with me that these people who I so wanted/want to love me do not even miss my presence or my company.

(I am trying to articulate some of the body-based information that I know and feel because I believe for survivors of severe infant-child abuse our concerns are much more profound, deeper, and physiologically based than anything that can be covered by such trite, overly simplified and inaccurate terms such as ‘addictive love’.)

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Dr. Martin Teicher refers to evolutionarily altered development as I mentioned in my December 22, 2009 post —

+CALM THE CRYING BABY — IMMUNE SYSTEM STIMULATES VAGUS NERVE TRAUMA ALTERED DEVELOPMENT

There are obviously consequences to these changes – and living with a constantly broken heart – or more accurately a constantly activated insecure attachment system – HURTS.

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So all I know today is that I can’t work hard enough today to avoid the truth about how I feel, or avoid the words that go with both these feelings and my inner physiological reality.  A member of a species KNOWS when they are exiled, for whatever reason their ‘flaws’ have been discovered.  LOGICALLY trying to use my so-called (and evolutionarily altered in development) ‘higher executive functions’ to try to CONVINCE myself of anything other than what my body knows is useless.

No amount of self talk, no amount of great affirmations, no amount of logic, NOTHING changes this perpetual state I am in of a broken heart except being exactly in the presence of (physical or verbal) of my most important attachment ‘figures’ – and that includes ‘this man’ – whether I like it or not.  There is something wrong with me that the man I love does not love me in return — and that my parents did not love me, either.

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Which leads me around to music – something ELSE besides work that does sooth me – usually.  My musical nephew in Seattle was very kind to help with some guidance on reading ‘Coda’ in music, and he transcribed these lyrics to a song I found and LIKE –

Here’s a version with Nat King Cole singing it on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kd1A0zVK9Y.

IF I GIVE MY HEART TO YOU

Words and music by Jimmie Crane, Al Jacobs and Jimmy Brewster

Copyright 1954 by Miller Music Corporation

If I give my heart to you

Will you handle it with care?

Will you always treat me tenderly?

And in every way be fair?

If I give my heart to you

Will you give me all your love?

Will you swear that you’ll be true to me?

By the light that shines above?

And will you sigh with me when I’m sad

Smile with me when I’m glad

And always be as you are with me tonight

Think it over and be sure

Please don’t answer ‘til you do

When you promise all these things to me

Then I’ll give my heart to you

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Which leads me to say in conclusion that had I known ten years ago when I met ‘this man’ what I clearly know now about my Trauma Altered Development and the incredibly high risk my disorganized-disoriented insecure attachment pattern-disorder puts me in for GREAT PAIN that does not end because it is connected to all that HURT me as my body-brain developed – I would have known that I needed to KNOW what this simple song says.

Yet even if I ever actually had asked anyone to do what this song suggests, I also have a corresponding disability – I cannot often tell if someone is lying to me or telling me the truth.  I cannot ‘read’ social cues well enough to know.  (Another consequence of early severe abuse changing the development of my right social-emotional brain.)

But give the song a listen – Nat King Cole is my piano playing role model!

All for now – thanks for giving a read!  I wish I had better news to report – but I think that will happen in ‘the next world’ when I am free from this body with its trauma-forced developmental changes.

Now I must go back outside, though it is baking-hot out today, and prepare three good holes to put the three remaining plants I have left in pots into before they die.

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+WORK WITHOUT WORDS: THE FRONT YARD ADOBE LANDSCAPING

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These are some pictures that show what I have been doing lately– this amazing work I love that requires no words and lets me think in an entirely different way…….

Before I show you what I have been working on, I will show you about what I started with. This is the west side of my front yard, and ALL of that is wicked Bermuda grass -- as my sister describes it, 'the cockroach of the plant world'.

Of course with the monsoon rains at their end, all green grass will dry and turn brown.  Our world down here on the Mexican border will remain mostly brown for another ten months.  How to work with that brown-red dirt?

By-the-way, in the corner of the yard in this picture (above) is a Honeysuckle on left and a Jasmine on right with a lovely Lantana starting here, buried in the grass…..

That is a thriving medium-size Pompas Grass -- more on the south west front to be done next

The little purple tips of this fall blooming sage coming into its showing time gets rain from the gutters, packed full at the roots with Bermuda grass that can NEVER truly be eradicated once it gets a hold — only pulled, cut, dug out the best I can.  There’s the adobe form, an array of junk I always seem to collect around me as I work and move move move forward until a project nears completion —

This yellow bell bloomer is a gorgeous plant once it gets rooted and begins to send up its branches -- getting quite large. My idea out front to control weeds including Bermuda...

I dug 8″ – 10″ ‘holes’ around and in between my newly planted perennials, sloshed some cement into a soaked mud slurry, leveled it off and randomly placed in stones — sort of like a creek bed.  I doubt either weeds or Bermuda can perk their way through this ‘pad’ once it hardens.  All the water that collects in these pads will flow onto the perennials when summer rains come.

My little wall around the perimeter is made from the adobes I showed pictures of last summer stored against the wall of my house.  They are too sandy and fragile to use to carry much weight, but are perfect — again — for a Bermuda defense wall.  There is creeping Bermuda outside my fence, but hopefully I can catch its nasty little runners as they come OVER the top of my little wall before they can take root on my GOOD side of the fence.

I have a colorful rooster picture I found somewhere years ago hanging on my kitchen wall by my microwave.  As I have studied that brightly colored picture over time, I found a perfect blue tucked in among the rooster’s tail feathers.  I took the picture to our local hardware store the other day and perfectly matched it with an outdoor paint.

Again (as I did with the turquoise on the back wooden fence), I mixed about a quarter cup of paint with two cups water and made a stain for my boards I am experimenting with in the front landscaping project.  Once the boards are stained, I wipe motor oil on them to bug and waterproof the wood.

Taken in the back yard, but this is the same gold trumpet flower getting its start back there
The flower trench --

This trench forms the ‘U’ around what you will see next.  That ‘dirt’ is a red clay, very dense, that turns into ROCK when dry.  No plant roots can penetrate its depths.  I have removed it from my trench as I did out back, and today’s work will be to remove weeds from the area in my back yard I get refill dirt from — that will also get hard when wet if not mixed with organic matter, but that contains far more sand and is Bermuda free.  I figure it will take about eleven cubic yards today to refill this ‘U’ trench.

I am working, also, at figuring out how to install drip irrigation.

The tree....

There are two silver Texas Ranger plants along this little wall — this next picture shows one I have started in the back yard.  They are a rain-prophet plant, gaining and losing their beautiful, delicate lavender flowers many times in a season as they predict the coming of moisture (though I haven’t seen a drop of the rain they are prepared for now!)

I'll eventually surround this plant with adobe blocks to help fight the enemy Bermuda grass -- This will grow into a tree if left without trimming (can be shaped into all kinds of hedge forms!)
Still wet mud

This is looking north east.  The stones I embedded in my adobe walkway are mostly buried, but add strength and durability to this area where the heavy monsoon rains are going to rush.  I moved and moved and moved the gravel (sifted from the dirt in the back yard when I was working back there) until I knew where I wanted it.  The blue board laying on its side is meant to contain the gravel so it doesn’t get kicked here and there where I don’t want it to end up.

Once I am done with the adobe work, including doing my best to create drainage ‘channels’ to let the water run off when it rains and not flood the colored boards, I will try to scrub and clean the boards so that their color shows more brightly.

In the left corner of this picture is a yellow climbing rose.  I bought it four years ago and didn’t remember it was a climber.  Every year I have trimmed it incorrectly, so now that I understand how to maintain a climber I am hoping to restore this one.  I have plans (again, cheapest possible on my budget) to build it an arbor over the end of the sidewalk.  Currently there is no gate on that end, but I plan to build one after I tear down the broken old shed in the back yard so I can use its wood.

North bed

This is the most light (morning) that this area gets, but I decided I can find something to put here next summer — hopefully begonias and geraniums.  This is where I ended last night, so these bricks are still quite wet.  In a few days I will be able to add bricks to either end to add some sculptural height and interest to this little wall without cutting much light.  Unfortunately my much-moved-around-gravel is very dirty and lots of it is sunk in wet mud — but…..

Again, the water runs off of the front house roof line here (no gutters).

And, just a quick shot — the back adobe walkways survived the monsoons just fine!

There are lots of pomegranates ripening.  Right in lower center is the little cedar tree my sis brought me!  AND, without the amazing garden cart my other sister gave me for my birthday I could not be doing the front project as hauling all the dirt in 5-gallon buckets all the way to the front yard would be more than I could do!  ‘Harvey’ the garden cart is a miracle on wheels!

ALL the plants will do so much better on drip — long story why that is — saving it for later!

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+SCIENCE ON THE SIDE OF MUSIC THERAPY

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Thanks to a Yahoo group I ‘attend’ this article on music therapy popped into my email box today.  I especially appreciated it in light of the fascination I  have with my keyboard playing-learning to read music process in the hopes that I can help heal my severely verbally abused (plus) musical brain:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-glasgow-west-11233452

Study to develop ‘musical prescriptions’ for patients

Patients could be prescribed music tailored to their needs as a result of new research.

Scientists at Glasgow Caledonian University are using a mixture of psychology and audio engineering to see how music can prompt certain responses.

They will analyse a composition’s lyrics, tone or even the thoughts associated with it.

Those behind the study say it could be used to help those suffering physical pain or conditions like depression.

By considering elements of a song’s rhythm patterns, melodic range, lyrics or pitch, the team believe music could one day be used to help regulate a patient’s mood.

Audio engineer Dr Don Knox, who is leading the study, said the impact of music on an individual could be significant.

He said: “Music expresses emotion as a result of many factors. These include the tone, structure and other technical characteristics of a piece.

“Lyrics can have a big impact too.

“But so can purely subjective factors: where or when you first heard it, whether you associate it with happy or sad events and so on.”

So far the team has carried out detailed audio analysis of certain music, identified as expressing a range of emotions by a panel of volunteers.

‘Emotional content’

Their ultimate aim is to develop a mathematical model that explains music’s ability to communicate different emotions.

This could, they say, eventually make it possible to develop computer programs that identify music capable of influencing mood.

“By making it possible to search for music and organise collections according to emotional content, such programs could fundamentally change the way we interact with music”, said Dr Knox.

“Some online music stores already tag music according to whether a piece is “happy” or “sad”.

“Our project is refining this approach and giving it a firm scientific foundation, unlocking all kinds of possibilities and opportunities as a result.”
BBC © MMX

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+CHILDREN BEAR TRAUMA SCARS IN THEIR GENES – IN TODAY’S NEWS

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In today’s news — something I figured out two years ago on my own — because it makes ‘body sense’ — and I was right:

View this article on Time.com

Genetic Scars of the Holocaust: Children Suffer Too

By JEFFREY KLUGER Jeffrey Kluger Thu Sep 9, 4:45 am ET

The Holocaust is a crime that never seems to quit. Even as the ranks of survivors grow smaller each year, the impact of that dark passage in history continues to be to be felt. And it’s not just the victims who feel the effects; it’s their children too.

Psychologists have long been intrigued by the emotional profile of so-called second-generation Holocaust survivors. Parents who lived through the camps were forever changed by the horrors they witnessed. In the 21st century, many – probably most – would be recognized as suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Back then, the absence of such a diagnosis meant the absence of effective treatments too. As a result, a generation of children grew up in homes in which one, and sometimes both, parents were battling untold emotional demons at the same time they were going about the difficult business of trying to raise happy kids. No surprise, they weren’t always entirely successful. (See photos of Auschwitz after 65 years.)

Over the years, a large body of work has been devoted to studying PTSD symptoms in second-generation survivors and it has found signs of the condition in their behavior and even their blood – with higher levels of cortisol, a stress hormone, for example. The assumption – a perfectly reasonable one – was always that these symptoms were essentially learned. Grow up with parents afflicted by the mood swings, irritability, jumpiness and hypervigilance typical of PTSD and you’re likely to wind up stressed and high-strung yourself. (See more on how children are also vulnerable to posttraumatic stress.)

Now, a new paper adds another dimension to the science, suggesting that it’s not just a second generation’s emotional profile that can be affected by a parent’s trauma, it may be their genes too. The study, just published in the journal Biological Psychiatry, was conducted by a team headed by neurobiologist Isabelle Mansuy of the University of Zurich. What she and her colleagues set out to explore went deeper than genetics in general, focusing instead on epigenetics – how genes change as a result of environmental factors in ways that can be passed onto the next generation. (See pictures of an army town coping with PTSD.)

To conduct their work, Mansuy’s team raised male mice from birth and continually but unpredictably separated them from their mothers from the time they were one day old until they were 14 days old. Thereafter, the animals were reared, fed and cared for normally, but the early trauma took its toll.

As adults, the subject animals exhibited PTSD-like symptoms such as isolation and jumpiness. More tellingly, their genes functioned differently from those of other mice. The investigators looked at five target genes associated with behavior – most notably, one that helps regulate the stress hormone CRF and one that regulates the neurotransmitter serotonin – and found that all of them were either overreactive or underreactive.

These mice, for the purposes of the study, were the equivalent of first generation of Holocaust survivors. The same mice then fathered young and, like most males of the species, had nothing to do with their upbringing. The pups were raised by their mothers with none of the trauma and separation their fathers had suffered, and yet when they grew up, not only did they exhibit the same anxious behavior, they also had the same signature gene changes.

“We saw the genetic differences both in the brains of the offspring mice and in the germline – or sperm – of the fathers,” says Mansuy.

Mouse studies, by their definition, are limited, particularly when the animals are being used as stand-ins not merely for human biology, but for human behavior. Still, in this case, the nonhuman models were actually an advantage, since you could hardly run a control experiment in which second-generation survivors of the Holocaust were separated from their fathers, ensuring that you were studying inherited – not acquired – traits. What’s more, says Mansuy, “with animals, you can study the brain in detail.”

That doesn’t mean that some studies couldn’t be conducted in human subjects that sought similar findings. Straightforward analysis of blood, plasma and sperm from volunteers could reveal signs of genetic changes similar to those seen in mice. And a deeper analysis of the mouse genes should yield other target genes to study in people. “We’re now doing a high throughput study of hundreds of genes that go beyond the first five,” says Mansuy.

The Holocaust is hardly the only life crisis that can shape behavior and genes. Survivors of Afghanistan, Iraq or Darfur – or even those who grew up in unstable or abusive homes – can exhibit similar changes. But Holocaust survivors remain one of the best study groups available because their trauma was so great, their population is so well known, and so many of them have gone on to produce children, grandchildren and even great-grandchildren. Humans, alas, may never run out of ways to behave savagely toward one another. But the better we can understand the price paid by the victims – and the babies of the victims – the better we might be able to treat their wounds.

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