Archive for July, 2012

Moving out of Victim Consciousness / Experiencing Discomfort and Goodness

Posted in Healing My Own N-traits, How to Heal, My Childhood, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 17, 2012 by The Dawn (Aya Aja)

The very need to for me to have created a false image in place of my authentic self is a sign that something hurt me very deeply. The sign that my authentic self was judged as wrong or bad and that I took on those beliefs. I wanted to be someone else if the real me was so bad and horrible.  Since everything about me was on display and ridiculed at any given moment I couldn’t enjoy being alive.  My face became sullen so that no one can ever see my emotions, my shoulders have been slumped down because I’m carrying this heavy burden inside, I am realizing that I’ve been barely been breathing. After years of hiding the shame I feel I have now contacted  my true sensations, which is my true self, through somatic experiencing.  When I cut myself off from inner sensation and feelings of aliveness were replaced with getting attention, masturbation, sugar, television, gossip, and etc . . . All very short lived ways to cope with the lack of connection and longing I felt and still feel.

Dr. Peter A. Levine is the author of Healing Trauma and How to Release Trauma and Restore Goodness.  I also have his audio CD’s on Itunes he walks you you through step by step how to go from feeling numb to feeling alive (happy, peace), I started out completely numb and disassociated from any feelings in my body, now I am able to use the good feelings to heal the chaotic mass.

For the past couple of days I have been learning from  Dr. Jewel Pookrum who has been enlightening me on a bunch of topics but what really resonated with me was her lectures on victim consciousness. I decided that I do believe that I experienced cruelity for a reason that is karma related (which is my own personal belief that hasn’t just come about in a couple of days) and when I ask myself what I learned from my n-mom the most miraculous thing happens. I feel as though I am rising above being a victim being. I have began to stop avoiding the uncomfortable sensations when I see a picture of my n-mom in my mind.  Instead I feel the sensations and ask what is this being here to teach me, what am I here to teach her?

This doesn’t mean that I am not an advocate for survivors of abuse being exactly where they are in their process because I believe that I had to absolutely feel every ounce of rage that I had held in for sooooo long. It was eating me up inside and I projected the conflict I feel inside outside of myself in the form of  this everlasting enemy that seemed to be around every corner. Somatic Experiencing has helped me face the horrible sensations, the horrible sensations when allowed to be felt and held in the space of awareness actual turn into light feathery good pleasurable sensations. Sensations don’t have a face or situation, they’re just sensations.

So, now I am off to a silent retreat which is such a poetic love story to myself, from myself  because I feel like I am coming into a new dawn of my experience. I don’t believe there will be any more rants because my new question to myself when I experience something that is uncomfortable is, why did I create this, what can I learn from this?

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The Invulnerability of Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers – Grieving

Posted in Healing My Own N-traits, My Childhood, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 12, 2012 by The Dawn (Aya Aja)

I am feeling so numb and broken down right now. I feel like some people don’t like me because there is no entry point, I don’t let people “in,” and I demand respect/boundaries. I shut people out and I show them what I want to show them. I told you all that my N-mom was stalking me right? Well, I quit my job because that is where I saw her stalking me. That incident made not want to leave the house and sometimes I’m still scared at night that she may pop up at my home. I went and tried to get my job back and they won’t let me come back, “because of the way I left.” This is really hard for me to take because of the nature of this job, they do what they want to do, it’s very disorganized, but I go up there to do some returns and get my job back and they have already erased me out of the system and I’m not re – hireable. I wanted to fight and argue for a losing battle, for a job that I don’t even really want back, but I decided not to fight just for the sake of fighting, so I’ll look at my triggers instead. Here is what I found.

I went inside my body and found that I feel very tense around my spine and torso area. The memory flashed into my mind of me standing before my mother like I am on trial while she grills me. Every other day she would call me into her room so that she lecture me about things I have done wrong, mistakes I’ve made, my attitude, the dishes, why I can never finish anything, and anything else just so that she could dismiss me and give the cold shoulder, and tell me to get out of her face because I disgust her. I would stand so tall and strong just nodding my head holding onto my own secret feelings and thoughts about what was happening to me. In my life most people don’t give me any sympathy, and I think because of my stance. I come across like I am so strong, like I don’t need anybody. I just never wanted her to see me break down anymore than she had already broken me. It was never enough for her. I lost my will to live and my spirit was broken, she wanted me to lose my mind too. I am starting to see that if I want to live a well balanced life that I have to be empathetic and sympathetic towards myself let those parts of me that I have to be soooo strong break down so that I can live again. Invulnerability really weakens you. Most of my numbness is on my left side, the feminine side. My ability to receive love, appreciation, affection, goodness, compliments, abundance, as been retarded by having to take this stance in order to protect myself from my N-mom. And I have already began to grieve. . .

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Rant #3 – Run Bitch Run

Posted in Rants, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 11, 2012 by The Dawn (Aya Aja)

What runs me is the programming that my mother relentlessly and violently punked into me. Which is let go of everything and let me tell you who you are and how to be. Don’t touch nothing, don’t do anything, don’t want anything, unless it is authorized by me, and that will be hardly ever.

RAGE . . .

Once I figured out and got in touch with my true RAGE I saw her fleeing from me in terror of her own death.

You Bitch . You low down filthy scum of a BITCH. I HATE you. You better run.

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BEINGness Lost and Found – Somatic Experience

Posted in How to Heal, My Childhood, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 10, 2012 by The Dawn (Aya Aja)

The consistent abuse that narcissistic parents inflict on their children is imposing on our emotional, mental, psychic, and physical sense of being. However you are naturally inclined to BE is wrong. They way you talk is wrong, the way you walk is wrong, the way you eat is wrong, the way you smile is wrong, they way you think is wrong, your ideas are bad, your need for connection is weak, your dreams aren’t realistic, your desire for sex is evil, and the list can can on for pages. What naturally happens is that instead of BEing who you are, your truth self goes underground. In order to keep in contact with my true Self  I would go into in a fantasy world, where I could be myself. I would sing and dance to imaginary crowds, keeping True SELF alive somehow. I had to sneak and be me.

I became guilt ridden because of the shame I felt from being attacked and labeled as a bad person, not being able to do anything right, not being able to connect with them (my N-mom and my enabling Inverted N-step dad) maybe me feel so desperate. My heart bled and I would cry out to them in agony, write long letters expressing how I felt. By the time I was in 9th grade I was at the end of my rope, completely drained of my self – love and naturally healthy self – image, I felt hopeless that I could make anything of myself and out of life. I felt trapped under a dark cloud.

From 3rd grade to 8th grade I lived in St. Louis. Throughout my childhood I longed for a home and a sense of security. I longed for long time friends and place that I could call home. When I was in elementary school I would draw my dream home and read stories of girls who had best friends and went to summer camps. I dreamed of having that for myself. By my last year in junior high that dream had come true. I had friends, they weren’t perfect, but I grew up with them, I had a school full of teachers that knew me, the high school I was going to recruited me to be on the track team, I had plans to go to college for fashion design, I was known by teachers and students as a studios person who loved to sing. I felt at home somewhere, at least a little bit. When I found out we were moving to Florida I had mixed emotions. We lived in a part of the St. Louis that was called Murderville, I can’t believe that I have actually experienced two drive-by shootings. It wasn’t a safe place to have a family. So, I was not unhappy about the move to sunny Florida I was sad about leaving a foundation that I had finally gotten a chance to build. Of course I could not express any of this to my N-parents. They had no clue about the things that made me tick, happy, content, sad, mad, or any part of my inner life because I had learned to keep all of that to myself because it hurt so bad to be ridiculed. When I came home, I went straight into the basement into my room. I tried my best to stay out of their way, I barely wanted to come upstairs to eat or use the bathroom because It felt so bad to be around them, I had to walk egg shells.

The day we moved was the most devastating day of my life because it was the beginning of the end of my secret hope I had for my future. My god-mother bought me a sewing machine after she found out that was busy learning how to sew from my librarian after school. I actually made my own Easter dress that year. I was so proud. We were moving everything into the van to make a trek across the country and I went to get my sewing machine but my dumb-ass non-dad told me to leave it because there was no room. I begged him and told him that I would hold it on my lap. I cried the whole way to my Grandmothers house. I was seething with rage, crying, and looking out the window not speaking to anyone. I changed that day into someone who didn’t care about life or my future. My masculine energy was thwarted and had turned in against itself because I couldn’t express how much I hated them for what they had done to me, I felt like nobody cared about me. Entering into High School in Florida, I didn’t care about my grades, I started stealing, my character is still in a lot ways unrecognizable from the little girl that so willing to share, and open to life and all its possibilities. I still don’t understand why they wanted me to die inside. I hate them for doing that me. My sewing machine symbolized my life and my future, they didn’t care about my life, I did. I guess that’s what they wanted to take away from me.

I experienced some very strong reactions and emotions to what was happening to me and around. I had to stuff it all down, and would get yelled at, made fun of, and ridiculed for being lost and depressed . They would call me into their room to ‘talk’ to me often pretending to be concerned when they were really just taunting me. They were happy to see me without my True Essence, they had won the battle of their shame not being triggered when they were around me.  Once they asked, “What’s wrong with you, you spend a lot of time in that room, we have a question we want to ask you, you’re not doing drugs in that room, are you?” They were cute, weren’t they? AH he he he HELL!!!!!!

I read forums and blogs and a lot of us ask how, how does it get better, how do we change, how do we get back on the horse and a get a leash on life? The question to me is how do we get back to  BEINGNESS? The abuse we experienced was a direct attack on our feminine energy, on our human BEINGNESS. Our right to be human BEINGS was trampled and ran over.  And replaced with a since that something is wrong, if you believe that something is wrong, what do you try to do? Fix it.  Which leads you on an often exhaustive journey through positive affirmations, intense meditation, reikidoodle do, have strange people put their hands on us, ♪♫gu-ra- la – la is the way that we rock when doing our thing♪♫, I’m being funny, but those methods just don’t get in there when there has been chronic traumatic abuse. And I have experienced and I’m sure many of you have as well, speaking out and expressing that this isn’t work for me and people in those circles that you are reaching out to tell you in short that you’re wrong and a bad seed because its not working for you.

If you are reading this then you are most likely done with trying to FIX. You are ready to let yourself BE. You are ready to accept the uncomfortable thought forms, sensations, emotions, screams you feel inside, and you realize that all there is left to do is to let it BE by laying still, letting whatever comes up when its ready and listening to the wounds. You do that by doing just that. Feel uncomfortable, lay in the tub, or where you feel most comfortable and let yourself FEEL ALL the uncomfortableness that comes up from within. Feel where it is in your body, let the thoughts roll in, let the resistance come up, let your resistance of your resistance be there. There are layers and layers of sensations, feelings, thoughts, and stories to go along with each wave, but you can’t fix it you can just be with it. If you haven’t tried it, try it, and let me know how it goes. For those of you who have done this work and just needed a reminder, you’re welcome ♥

A modality that has worked for me is called Somatic Experiencing, term coined by Dr. Peter A. Levine. I don’t want to get into the method because I know I want to do it justice but he goes into the depth of  what letting your trauma BE is all about and what’s going inside of you and why you feel the way you do. I want to be meet this man, I will kiss him when I do. The book “In An Unspoken Voice: How the Body Releases Trauma and Restores Goodness,” has change my life forever Along with reading the blogs and articles of all the brave women and some men online who are truly doing the work. If it wasn’t for all of you I would feel so alone. Thank you.

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