A couple of weeks ago, I wrote and then read a short piece about Creepy Neighbor Mr. Mason at my mindful writing class. (Mr. Mason was a family “friend” who thought it was appropriate to kiss and touch me when I was 12 or 13 years old and he was at least 45.) As I…
Today’s story is about thoughtlessness, uncertainty, fear, responsibility, and why I probably shouldn’t text with my therapist, even though I would hate to give it up.
There is a lot to learn from the experience of being triggered in a therapy session.
Ouch – my therapist and I stumble across my pain, and hers.
I’m supposed to be such a scientist. I mean okay, yes, a social scientist, not a physicist. But still. I know how to run a randomized controlled trial. I understand regression discontinuity design. I’m good at statistics. I read ethnographies and case studies and find interesting insights in them, but with skepticism of their ability…
This is a story about what you get when you put together body work, psychopharmacology, lots of trauma therapy, and one very tired woman.
I’ve done this before, but evidently I need to do it again: I banish doubt and decide to believe the girl.