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When I first found this photograph of me two years ago in MY BABY BOOK I was pleased to see that I could ‘still be happy’ when I was eleven months old. It gave me hope that at least some of my developing baby brain’s left hemisphere happy center neurons had been activated, and gave me hope that I can find them today and build on them.
Then the more I considered my baby picture, the more I realized that this happy picture was not showing me ‘sun and roses’. I have come to understand that this was a dissociated state that baby me was not going to be able to transition smoothly in my baby brain to any other kind of state that was likely to follow. What I first saw as an expression in my baby eyes close to ecstatic I have come to see as over-stimulated, too intense, and most likely a sign of my dysregulated right limbic brain development due to my mother’s psychotic abuse of me.
The early and ongoing environment I formed in was chaotic, unstable, unpredictable, often terrorizing, terrifying, violent and painful. Safe, secure peaceful serenity and calmness did not form itself at the center of my body-nervous system-brain-mind self as it was supposed to.
My set point of balanced equilibrium is not at calm. Patterns of adjustment and adaptation to my infant-child malevolent environment, which happened to a large extent through dissociation, had to build themselves into me so that I could survive and ‘go on being’ — and now I clearly know they are still there.
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I had an experience last night that gave me a clear insight about how I am in the world.
Around the time of my 1980 – 1983 journals I am transcribing from around my age of 30, I could function in the world in a relatively ‘ordinary’ way. Now, through circumstances of my life, I have returned to who-how I have always been in the world and didn’t, until now, have to know about. Just using the experience I had last night as an example, I can see that
(1) first I learned how to get along in both of the worlds of my childhood, the chaotic, malevolent, insanely abuse world of my home life with my mother, and in the ‘ordinary’ world outside my home such as school.
(2) Once I left my childhood abusive home, I found myself living entirely in an ‘ordinary’ world. I could fake it by then so that only those in my most intimate circle of friends could have known that things were not all right with me on my insides.
(3) I continued down that trying-to-be-ordinary road all of my life until two things happened to me that brought into focus in the forefront how ‘unordinary’ I really am.
(4) After 35 years of having a child under the age of 18 in my care, my baby left home nearly six years ago. I didn’t know what was happening to me at the time, but looking back the disorganization and disorientation of my insecure attachment disorder reared its head. Breast cancer manifested itself in my body immediately, although I was not to discover its presence for another 3 years. It seemed that the entire world of my life dropped out from under me and I tumbled down Alice’s not so wonderful rabbit hole, disoriented and disorganized and not having a clue what that was. Then
(5) happened. Finding out I had cancer so completely threatened the only true source of safety and security I had ever known, my body itself, and coupled with the terrors of treatment and the consequences that chemotherapy had on my brain, left me where I am today — on mental and emotional disability with an extremely limited arena of activities that I can tolerate with any degree of comfort.
I have lost any way I developed (learned) to transition into an inner feeling state of calm, serene, safety within my body no matter where I am in the world. This ability never developed at my core as it was supposed to from infancy. For me, a state of calm equilibrium has evidently always been a dissociative state, and seems to be one that I now have lost access to — unless I can ‘get there’ through remaining in a very controlled, calm and quiet external environment which then ‘soothes my soul’.
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This leads me to last night’s adventure. A close friend of mine encouraged me to attend the local Fiber Arts Guild meeting that was preceded by a fantastic presentation on African textiles. Of course I am not presently comfortable with people at all, certainly not with groups of people, certainly not with strangers. I am not comfortable in small closed environments. I am not comfortable with ‘noise.’ But, in light of my recent journal transcribing realization about how important weaving and spinning and related textile arts are to me, and considering that I want to TRY to ‘get better’, I went to this meeting.
Nothing disastrous happened, which is great. But what I felt on the inside, and can still feel today is both intensely disappointing and creatively illuminating. We cannot work with trying to change or improve what we cannot see about ourselves — so now I have some clearer information.
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In light of what I now understand about how insecure attachment disorders exist in the brain as a result of changes that happen when we are very young and our brains are growing and developing in the first place, I can FEEL and begin to understand the damage done by these changes. My right, social, limbic, emotional brain does not receive or process ordinary information in ordinary ways. For all the years that I was able to ‘function’ in the ordinary world in a ‘good enough’ fashion, I was able to work around and hide what my brain was really doing. I can’t do that any more.
Too much stimulation. My brain does not regulate input or experience correctly. I cannot do what experts call switch states, or move smoothly and comfortably through what is called transition states. In that group of around 40 women last night, the walls began to close in, sound became a noisy roar. Faces became super animated, and people began to get larger and larger in relation to me. Noise and more noise as I lost the ability to focus on one single pattern of sound or conversation. I tolerated nearly three hours of this mayhem and madness (to me), and began to crave silence, calmness, peace and simplicity.
Because my internal self cannot provide these things for me, I am nearly completely at the mercy of where I am and what is going on around me physically and externally on the outside of my body. It is not supposed to work this way — not in ordinary situations. Our right brain, in balance with our reasonable left brain and our rational cortex, is supposed to be able to navigate throughout life with the peace and calm on the INSIDE of us.
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I feel I am failing at a description of what I am trying to explain and describe, so I added some visuals here that might be able to convey an image on the OUTSIDE that relates to what I know on my INSIDE. Part of what I did to self-soothe my ‘anxiety’ level from too much stimulation last night that continued to reverberate in my brain and body, was to pick up the closest thing I could find and begin working with my hands which always calms me, focuses my attention, and provides a transition space for me to deescalate.
(My condition makes me think about the increase in ADHD and autism and about how little researchers know or are willing to admit about what they know about what is causing this condition among today’s children. I suspect it will eventually be tracked back to inadequate conception to age one brain development — because we are losing our ancient wisdom about taking care of our babies right during early critical brain and body developmental stages.)
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Those women last night were ordinary women who meant me no harm. They were not threatening. They were not dangerous. I was not in danger of being further traumatized. But the oldest part of who I am and how I operate in this body in this world does not seem able to any longer put on the town dress, put curls in my hair, walk out into the world and be able to smoothly handle multiple stimuli from the environment and the required transitions that would enable me to be comfortable.
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