Being Our Own Source Of Rescue.

Rescue is something that we may all experience within sexual trauma, that some part of us is waiting for, or seeking for rescue.

When that has been a childhood sexual trauma, we can have this fantasy still running that somebody, some hero will come along and they will save us.

Or later on in life we may still have that same desire, that search for rescue, when we have felt so helpless and so hopeless.

This desire, this still seeking rescue, keeps us in that space of believing that we are hopeless and we are helpless.

When we are seeking or waiting for rescue it is very self dis empowering.

It means that we are telling ourselves that we cannot hold this for ourselves and grow from it.

Of course we all feel we need and we desire support of another.

Whether that is someone we know can listen to what we want to express, whether that is someone holding a space for us to attend to our own body, movement or breath.

Or whether they hold us tenderly, for our emotions to come up.

But this is holding and creating a space for us to attend to and meet our self rather than the other DOING IT for us or to us.

This is very empowering!

Especially through childhood trauma, because the trauma is something that happened to us.

It was an external force upon our body, upon our breath, upon our psyche. Upon the whole of our being.

When we wait for rescue, it is still that something from the external. The outside world, that is going to be the cure, the answer, the healing.

Where as the rescue, the alchemy is something internal.  A happening on the inside so we may feel empowered again!

When something happens on the outside it can feel dis empowering, something that is taken away, controlling … we can gain that back from the empowerment feeling and being internal.

We can notice where in our lives, we still have this feeling of hopelessness, helplessness, and so are seeking rescue.

The dynamics of that, maybe very subtle.

It maybe in the way we ask of others, our lack of desire to care for self or our inability to take action.

Of course it is healthy to ask for what we want but there maybe an element behind our asking, where we are still expecting or seeking rescue and dis empowering ourselves.

This is simply for us to reflect upon amongst acceptance, expression and self denial.  Where and how do we seek or desire rescue?

These are all little steps that we can attend to kindly and without rush through to get to somewhere else. The more we get to spend time truly meeting these steps, the less chance we create of having to go backwards to go forwards.

That in totally meeting each step and immersing into it, that step then unfolds and leads us to the next one.

 

Expressing Sexual Trauma When There Are No Words.

Expression is an essential ingredient to our own inner alchemy from sexual trauma.

Expression because our body is going to want to detox to release everything that it has suppressed.

And when I say everything, I do not mean that it will arise in one big go and become overwhelming and re~ traumatise us.

We can take our alchemy gently and tenderly and move into a relationship of being able to listen and witness.

Expression is a very big part of that because it may have been that during our trauma we did not have the ability to express or the freedom to express.  Or we just did not have the words, the language.

One of the things that I explored was art. Children use art, to express the unexpressable. Because children do not have the words to be able to tell us how they are feeling or even what happened.

As adults if our trauma happened when we were a child or sometimes when we have a feeling, that is just so overwhelming that we cannot find a word for it, we can get choked up on our own language.
On our own vocabulary.

So I began to communicate with the child that believed the trauma was still happening, I began to communicate with the child that was hurt and was able to approach her from the space of now being an adult, that could hold a space and listen to my internal child.

Art was a beautiful and deeply enriching way of connecting with a child that was still existing on a parallel level to me that just did not have the words for what had happened to her, and the words to express how that was feeling.

Often when I created a safe space with the wounded parts of my self there would be an overwhelming emotion and rather than suppressing it, I would give it a space to come up through art.

I would prepare some paper, A huge space of paper on the floor and with some coloured bottles of paint around me. I would close my eyes and connect with that emotion.

An emotion is a feeling that is old. It is a feeling that we felt at that time, that has become stagnant and become an emotion.

I would not choose the paint with my vision.  My eyes were closed so that my choices were not coming from my head and just move my hands over the bottles of paint and my hand would select a bottle, then I would tip the paint onto my hands.

I did not use a paintbrush, so there was no obstruction between the emotion and the paint. Simply the emotion meeting the paint, meeting the paper.

And with the paint covered on my hands, I would just allow it to come out.

It wasn’t that I was making art.

I was not making something pretty to go on the fridge door or  to go on the wall.  It was not about approval, validation or it even having to look like something.

It would be a huge mess, like a toddler’s painting. But all of a sudden an emotion that I would have no words for would be out on paper then, from it being out of me and visible, I would be able to truly understand truly have heard the pain that was still existing within my emotions, with in my body mind.

That was very freeing. A wonderful release.

I would attend to and meet these parts of me every day.  That was important.  Trust in myself that I was going to attend to these emotions, attend to my body mind, attend to my trauma every day.

That I was going to show up for myself.

Another wonderful way of expression I found was Clay.
Not to determine what it was going to look like.  Again, I was not going to create an object or a masterpiece, but bringing in  sensual experience moving the clay …  feeling the emotion as it spoke to the clay.

And when I would open my eyes, I would have an understanding of what this part of me was trying to communicate and express.

I created a language.

I created a language that helped me and supported me to explore and and understand so much, that actually my mind could not remember because it had been so disassociated.

Writing was also a great channel.  A great expression for me once I had moved beyond the unexpressable. It gave me space to voice that which at the time to I could not. That was very liberating.

What we are doing when we are expressing something that has become so internalised, is creating space for something new to come in .
When our bodies are so full of trauma and suppression everything is so tight. It almost feels like there is no room, there is no flexibility, no flow, no movement for anything to move, to arise from that, to change.

Our expression is truly a meeting of our emotions.

A meeting of our trauma.  An understanding.

It Is a language.

An ability to meet oneself and show up for oneself.

But it is also an ability to be able to create space in our own body.

Our poor bodies suppress so much for so long they want to clear. They want to release what happened, so they can be more in the present moment, of what is happening.