Exploring Movement After Sexual Trauma.

When we have experienced sexual trauma, particularly as children growing through our developmental stages, the ease and When we have experienced sexual trauma, particularly as children growing through our developmental stages, the ease and  "belonging" of being in our movement can be greatly effected.“belonging” of being in our movement can be greatly effected.

The basic movements of walking can feel as if we are not really there and the pleasure of movement is certainly restricted, if not totally diminished.

In this video I share my journey of reclaiming Authentic Roots.®





Breathing Our Way Back After Trauma.

In any traumatic event in our life, our breath is effected, and this is When we allow ourselves to return to the soothing flow of our own breath, we offer our body an unrestricted space to recover in.  We offer our nervous system a time to rest.  We offer our sexuality the potential to heal and move beyond the trauma. just as so in sexual trauma.

In that moment of trauma we take a breath in and breath from a tightness in our body, bringing our breath up and into, only our lung space.

This way of breathing supports a state of fight or flight, of hyper vigilance and super awareness.

In sexual trauma we also restrict our breath to our lungs, because of the shock but also because restricting our breath in this way takes us up and away form our body and up and away from the area in which the trauma has been focused.

This may create a sense of  feeling dissociated from our body and ungrounded.

A feeling of being disconnected from our sexuality.  And a numbing out of all range of feelings, whether that be anger or joy, pleasure or pain.

Our breath is an essential tool to our life.  It keep us alive.  It keep us in relationship with our body, in relationship with our sexuality and sensuality.  And in relationship with life.

Our breath is also how we self soothe.

When we allow ourselves to return to the soothing flow of our own breath, we offer our body an unrestricted space to recover in.  We offer our nervous system a time to rest.  We offer our sexuality the potential to heal and move beyond the trauma.

I invite you to watch the video below to explore more …


Expressing Sexual Trauma When There Are No Words.

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

Moving Through Self Blame Within Sexual Trauma

Self blame within sexual trauma is so prominent.    Self blame within sexual trauma is so prominent. 

When we have accepted that it happened, we may then go through a process of self blame.


But self blame within sexual trauma is another mental and emotional state that can keep us restricted and keep us tight from the inability to move from. To move forward …

We may consider the environment we were in … was it our fault?

Did what we were wearing, mean it was our fault?

The relationship of trust we may have built with our abuser.

We may have been told that it happened because we were a bad girl or a bad boy.

All these conversations and beliefs can whirl around us, to taking on board the responsibility of the trauma.



There is a difference between taking the responsibility of our own healing, of our own choice and desire to grow from, to move forward from… To taking responsibility for the actual abuse.

The abuse was not our fault. Absolutely, not at all.

It does not matter what you were wearing. It does not matter where you were. It does not matter what the dynamics of the relationship was. It does not matter if you bought into trust of that person.

The abuse was not our fault.


Self blame may come along because we may have experienced a sensation of pleasure and that may create self blame and even anger within us.

That stimulation, that pleasure was a natural response to stimulation. A natural body response. Certainly not because you chose that, or because you encouraged that, or what ever your belief is.

So it is very important to look at what language we are telling ourselves. That the sexual abuse was our fault.

Where are we still taking and carrying the blame.

Where are we telling ourselves that the trauma was because of something we did or because of something we believed.

So after the step of acceptance, to look at self blame within sexual trauma, is a very big step into coming home to our own bodies, our own breath, our own movement.


michelle roberton sexual trauma therapist brighton

You Are The Expert Of Your Experience

We can have knowledge from a place of intellect such as certification and being well read …

But there is a different quality when being held, heard and led by another who knows how that tastes and whose sharing comes from the expertise of their own body intelligence and inner alchemy.

I am not an expert of your experience …you are.

What I am, is an expert of my own alchemy of sexual trauma and it is this I choose with passion to share with you. ❤️



The Medicine In The Poison ~ Healing Childhood Sexual Trauma

My roots, where I began, where not the nourishing beginning required, for any young, tender life ~ be that child, or flower.

My Story of Healing Childhood Sexual Trauma by Michelle Roberton ~ Sexual Trauma Alchemist. How I Found the Medicine in the Poison

Growing up in a house that’s walls held dark secrets from the rest of the world, I learnt early on “that what happened at home, stayed at home.”

I guess because no one from the outside world ever raised an eyebrow, or a look of concern, (not even those whom attended to our “accidents” at A&E”) and because of the simple fact that it was bad manners “to speak unless spoken to” and certainly not my place to question the actions of my parents, I believed our daily life was normal and that although they may not have ever said it, they loved my brothers and I.

My story of healing childhood sexual trauma and all the behaviours that seem to come as part of that package, is not unique.

There are many adults who have the same unhealthy foundations in the world. 

And many of us knew way too early in life, not how to flourish, but how to survive.


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As a young woman I believed myself to be doing just what I was supposed to do.

No one really told me otherwise or questioned my obvious desire to self sabotage, or even took me to one side to say I was worth more than what I was allowing for my life.

It was still reinforced in me down the end of the phone that I was “Devil’s spawn”. I was bad and that’s what bad people had to bear in life.

Something was always lurking like a shadow behind me. I feared going to bed alone in the dark. I feared the bedtime routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face.

But hey, didn’t everybody?!

So life plodded on.


I had babies, got married, cleaned the house, did all the things she told me I was good enough for and did not look any further into the world.

Not even into the faces of the shadows.

At 32 years of age, after years of severe illness, almost costing my life.

I was taking notice of my body with different eyes and I guess that’s why they started…


A disjointed mist of images, yet filling me with sensations I somehow knew.

My brother thousands of miles away from me in Canada… not telling a soul, was experiencing the same episodes, at the same time.

And they continued.

No invitation.

No specific trigger.

Slowly recalling and piecing things together.

It seemed my body did not have the strength to hold the memories it had protected me from, any more.

I went through disbelief, to regularly questioning my sanity. I ate daily doses of shame and self blame. My world was chaos.  My marriage failed.

Until I landed overwhelmed and petrified, back into the warmth of denial.

It was easier to escape with pills. I wasn’t ready!


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And then one afternoon, he was sitting in my kitchen, visiting occasionally, as he did.

My daughter bounded in. The spitting image of me at her age.

He looked at her in a way I knew, yet didn’t know how.

He then caught me watching and looked me in the eye.

In that simple exchange, I saw recognition and fear in his face.

I knew.

And he knew, I knew.

That was the last time I saw him.


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I would never have believed then, what I am writing to you now.

That I would have found and tasted such beauty, such medicine in the daily poison I was fed as a small girl.

I had to dig deep into the shit of my internal self and give myself permission to question everything!

Of course there were days, months even that I totally fucked up and bailed out. But those times got fewer and the gaps between wider.

I had to believe and as I write this, I guess I always had to believe there was goodness.

Shifting through all the layers of thick, stodgy darkness, to find a spark of something beautiful.

And that beauty was me.

The innocence that held true and hid away untainted. The truth of me, before I took on what was their hell, as my own, like a little thirsty baby sponge.

I have learnt I have so much love that beats not only in my heart, but through my veins.

I have learnt I have what seems an unlimited resource of courage and a deep compassion for life.

I have learnt forgiveness was not actually to make them feel better, but to free myself.

I have a depth of love for my body, that brings a smile into my eyes. This brave miracle that has suffered so much and yet still holds me, still breaths life.

I feel I want to say to anyone still caged by the dark shadows, waking up to the past as a faithful companion, that you are more than that.

I am sorry that sounds so old and cliche.

It is simply that you are!

But You are going to have to dig Your hands deep into your pockets and chuck away all the bullshit that festers there.

Allow yourself to feel into your body, your bones. Let your body free to thrive from a past that does not still have to be so alive and happening.

It happened.


You have a choice now to continue to let your childhood to eat away the whole of your life.

Why give our abusers our adult life as well?

Trust that heart of courage you have.

Yes, the one that has got you this far!

And explore for yourself, your medicine in the poison.

I promise you, you are there.

Just has the Lotus shines bright from the depths of the murky waters.

And just as beautiful roses grow out of shit.

So too, can you.

michelle roberton sexual trauma therapist-brighton