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| Visions were Justified
Janet Kuypers 3/5/16 Recently heard a therapist process the story of a man who had just survived a trauma. He explained to the therapist that he kept seeing himself back home and safe, and he would bounce back and forth between that vision and his real life trauma, where people restrained him. And the therapist explained to the man that this was perfectly natural; that during his recovery he latched on to what he knew, to recent events in his life, and that is what kept him sane when going through his ordeal. Now, I only explained my story to one person once, about how I coped with what I went though after being detained for weeks against my will. You see, I had recently visited a friend a few times before my trauma began, and while they had me restrained and I had no one to talk to, so I imagined the stranger who was in the room with me, I imagined this stranger was this friend, this friend that I had just recently seen, and I imagined talking with him so I didn’t feel so alone. I told this to one person. And they thought I was crazy. How irrational of me. This is what I get for telling people what I go through. Because looking back it know it was my way to stay sane. It didn’t hurt anyone, and it helped me heal. I knew what was right and what was wrong... And it’s nice to hear a therapist somewhere say that what I did was natural. It was what I needed to do. |
