businessman95
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Yesterday I had my first ever massage, and with it, the most profound belief-altering moment of my adult life.
Years ago, I was held captive in my home and violently assaulted (physically and sexually). With the passage of time and extensive psychotherapy, I have overcome the emotional components of my PTSD; I no longer have flashbacks or nightmares, and generally function as most normal human beings – with the one glaring exception being a somewhat extreme aversion to physical contact.
Despite successful therapy and some brief forays into psych meds (long abandoned as a potential solution), I have never been able to shake the constant head-to-toe full-body tension that has plagued me since the assault. I am wound up 24/7 as a “normal” state of existence (the hyper-arousal part of PTSD); and when superficial life/work/family stress is added to that, it is almost unbearable.
With the support of my husband and a good friend, I decided I would try massage, figuring I would endure or dissociate and alleviate some tension. I got some names, made some calls, and found a woman who was willing to give it a go with me. So last night was the magic moment, and neither I nor the massage therapist had any idea what to expect (meaning my reaction(s)).
Whenever someone touches me, I “follow” the touch – tensing and preparing myself for attack (yes, I know there isn’t going to be one – I just can’t help it). An unexpected touch (and sometimes even expected) causes me to flinch, twitch, jump and often panic.
NONE of those things happened last night! I didn’t “follow” the touch, I didn’t tense, I didn’t flinch, I didn’t panic, and more importantly, I didn’t feel the NEED to.
That was fundamentally different than ANY touch I have experienced in my adult life! To simply “feel” a touch for the first time – without all the flinching and panic – was an unbelievably overwhelming experience. I don’t think there is any way to put into words just how profound and moving it was to just “feel” touch for the first time.
Being able to experience touch like that (even if only for an hour) has completely reshaped my dreams for what my life could be. Although I don’t think there is anything that will ever get rid of the pervasive head-to-toe tension, I now hold hope that at some point I will experience a hug without feeling terror, or that I will be able to “spoon” with my husband without hyperventilating.
I may be expecting too much from the experience of just one hour, but I would pay exorbitant sums of money just to continue to feel the hope that I could potentially have a shred of normalcy in my life – and to be able to reclaim even one more tiny piece of what was taken from me that awful night.
I really just wanted to share that even although I was expecting to feel a physical change – I left feeling physically the same as ever – but what an absolutely life altering moment for me. Hope is a powerful thing and I hope you all realize the tremendous impact you have!
P.S. – Thank you for the silent support while I lurked around before my appointment – that gave me the courage to go through with things (I hope that’s not creepy).
Years ago, I was held captive in my home and violently assaulted (physically and sexually). With the passage of time and extensive psychotherapy, I have overcome the emotional components of my PTSD; I no longer have flashbacks or nightmares, and generally function as most normal human beings – with the one glaring exception being a somewhat extreme aversion to physical contact.
Despite successful therapy and some brief forays into psych meds (long abandoned as a potential solution), I have never been able to shake the constant head-to-toe full-body tension that has plagued me since the assault. I am wound up 24/7 as a “normal” state of existence (the hyper-arousal part of PTSD); and when superficial life/work/family stress is added to that, it is almost unbearable.
With the support of my husband and a good friend, I decided I would try massage, figuring I would endure or dissociate and alleviate some tension. I got some names, made some calls, and found a woman who was willing to give it a go with me. So last night was the magic moment, and neither I nor the massage therapist had any idea what to expect (meaning my reaction(s)).
Whenever someone touches me, I “follow” the touch – tensing and preparing myself for attack (yes, I know there isn’t going to be one – I just can’t help it). An unexpected touch (and sometimes even expected) causes me to flinch, twitch, jump and often panic.
NONE of those things happened last night! I didn’t “follow” the touch, I didn’t tense, I didn’t flinch, I didn’t panic, and more importantly, I didn’t feel the NEED to.
That was fundamentally different than ANY touch I have experienced in my adult life! To simply “feel” a touch for the first time – without all the flinching and panic – was an unbelievably overwhelming experience. I don’t think there is any way to put into words just how profound and moving it was to just “feel” touch for the first time.
Being able to experience touch like that (even if only for an hour) has completely reshaped my dreams for what my life could be. Although I don’t think there is anything that will ever get rid of the pervasive head-to-toe tension, I now hold hope that at some point I will experience a hug without feeling terror, or that I will be able to “spoon” with my husband without hyperventilating.
I may be expecting too much from the experience of just one hour, but I would pay exorbitant sums of money just to continue to feel the hope that I could potentially have a shred of normalcy in my life – and to be able to reclaim even one more tiny piece of what was taken from me that awful night.
I really just wanted to share that even although I was expecting to feel a physical change – I left feeling physically the same as ever – but what an absolutely life altering moment for me. Hope is a powerful thing and I hope you all realize the tremendous impact you have!
P.S. – Thank you for the silent support while I lurked around before my appointment – that gave me the courage to go through with things (I hope that’s not creepy).