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Dialogue on the Couch.

August 11, 2013

*** preface: this is a flash of my last therapy session, hence the “on the couch” reference.  yes, there is dialogue left out, but I realize this still came out sounding choppy. There was a lot of silence during the session, which is unusual because normally I’m talking a lot; however, this tactic was interesting, different, and also productive for me.***

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“Let’s do something different today,” B says, after I fly into his office seven minutes late and flop onto his sofa, scattering my stuff everywhere. Cell phone. Sunglasses. Keys. Cup of ice water from home.

“Close your eyes {if you want} and tell me what you feel in your body,” he says.

Whaaaaat the efff? I don’t know how to do this kind of horse shit. I don’t understand what B wants me to say. My shoulders clench as I shrink to fit. I feel stiff and like I want to disappear. I feel dumb. I don’t know what to do with my arms, my limbs, my body parts. So I just clasp my hands together on my lap and sit. Lame.

It’s quiet, dark. I don’t move anything except my eyes underneath my lids. This is such a foreign thing, this…self-imposed stillness.

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“In my body?” I ask, squishing my eyes closed even harder.

I inhale and exhale slowly. B hears and acknowledges this, then repeats his question: “How do you feel in your body?”

“I feel…calm?” and snort because I can’t recall the last time I felt that way. Maybe I should do this more often. I ask B if this is meditation, and he says kinda sorta, eh, not really.

Then he asks me to try and notice other parts of my body and how they feel. I think as hard as I can and then stuff just starts bubbling up from nowhere, somewhere.

“I guess I feel angry. And sad,” I say as tears start to slide down my cheeks, drip onto my chest, and slide down into my bra. The quivering chin begins.

“And what does that feel like?” he prods, gently.

“Red. Hot. Tight,” I say.

“Where?” B asks. “In my shoulders,” I blurt, “because that’s always where I carry things, my stress.”

“What else?‘ He asks.

“Well, I am starting to think about the other day when–”

He cuts me off. “Don’t attach a story to it. Let the story just come, and then let it go. Ride the wave.”

More tears. Kleenex is required.

By the end of the hour with B, I feel wrung out like a washcloth. Empty, but with a side of relief. And I hadn’t delved into anything (verbally), any “stories;” I hadn’t run my mouth, I hadn’t sat there blabbering about this and that.

It was something different indeed. I wonder if I can teach myself to do this when I need to. I’m guessing that’s B’s goal. To get me to let go of all my stories and just ride the wave, rather than getting stuck in the ragged edges, the pitfalls, climbing straight uphill only to fall down in an avalanche…

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Obviously this post wasn’t recreated verbatim, but from bits of what I remember.

Do you find yourself getting lost in your stories? What are your stories? B says he almost doesn’t remember his anymore. I can’t imagine how that can be. Do you think we’re capable of forgetting things that stick in our minds, things that make camp and won’t leave?

What do you think? Leave your thoughts in the comments.

Filed Under: Musings, My Non-Fiction

Comments

  1. Elaine A. says

    August 11, 2013 at 10:52 pm

    I have some stories that will never leave. They are just too ingrained. Others are already gone. I think it is simply the impression they leave. Good or bad.

  2. Alison says

    August 12, 2013 at 2:47 am

    I have many stories. MANY. That I can’t get out. I think they’re maybe just meant to stay in.

    • Erin Margolin says

      August 18, 2013 at 2:00 pm

      Alison,
      I know, me too. But when they stay in? What consequences do we suffer? What are we supposed to do, and how can we heal?

  3. Cheney Giordano says

    August 12, 2013 at 10:30 am

    I would LOVE to get my stories out and leave them behind, but haven’t figured out how to do that yet. Good to know I’m not alone in that!

  4. Michael Lombardi says

    August 12, 2013 at 12:40 pm

    I confess to not really understanding, but I’m glad it sounds like you were able to get some release. Being able to incorporate that when you’re not in his office has the opportunity to be very beneficial.

    • Michael Lombardi says

      August 19, 2013 at 12:02 pm

      I can’t do that either. Except, mine isn’t physical at all. Physically I can stay in one spot (though often jittering) to relax or meditate, but mentally I cannot. I am everywhere. I don’t think it’s to the point where it’s medically abnormal, I just always have something to think about. Is being in your head all the time “cerebral” or “introspective”? I don’t know what you call it, but my mind is always going, going, going.

      Somewhat related, I can’t be someplace quiet. I always have to have background noise. A fan, music, television, something. If it’s just the dead quiet I go “insane”. I’m pretty frightened of anechoic chambers and once read no human has ever stayed in one longer than 20 minutes before breaking. I’ve never been in one closed, but I have been in a few.

  5. From Tracie says

    August 12, 2013 at 1:07 pm

    I love that you shared this – my husband and I were talking about FEELING feelings earlier this morning. I love this idea of sitting with yourself, and feeling the feelings in your body. That is a powerful moment (something I should probably try). There is this one spot right next to my right shoulder blade where I hold my stress, and I could feel it throbbing even as I read this.

    I have no idea how to release those stories and ride the wave. But I think I could do it – maybe not the forgetting, but the releasing. Releasing would be good.

  6. Roxanne Piskel says

    August 12, 2013 at 4:04 pm

    I am intrigued by this sort of therapy. I spend my sessions just rambling and not always feeling a sense of relief. I wonder if doing something like this – even on my own – might be helpful. I get caught up in the STORIES too.

  7. Stevie says

    August 12, 2013 at 7:04 pm

    Fascinating. I can only imagine what stories would come out if I tried this technique. I do remember my yoga teacher telling us that we carry emotions in our bodies, and in particular out hips. During a hip release sequence I inexplicably started crying.

    • Erin Margolin says

      August 18, 2013 at 2:57 pm

      Stevie,

      Thanks so much for stopping by!
      I haven’t done yoga since before I had children, but I remember something similar happening to me. I think it’s the same sort of idea—the practice of silence, of focusing on the body and its movements, emptying your brain and doing poses…and yes, then the release comes.

      Love what you said!

  8. daune obrien says

    August 13, 2013 at 12:10 am

    isn’t it amazing how we want to attach the pain and anger to a story? It hurts so much just to sit with it. To just be with it and FEEL it all the way through. When we attach the pain to a story, I think we try to deny it a little. It takes a special kind of brave to own it. I’m not sure I could do it. Not right now, anyway. Lead the way, my friend.

    • Erin Margolin says

      August 18, 2013 at 3:07 pm

      Daune,

      Lead the way? WTF? I’m not leading this one. Maybe we can be co-pilots? As we FLY? xoxo

  9. Ally says

    August 13, 2013 at 12:26 am

    Wow, powerful stuff. And I really do hope that we can forget some of the things that stick in our minds. Those stories that I’m working so hard to let go of and not tether to the negative feelings.

  10. RobinFarr says

    August 13, 2013 at 9:20 pm

    My first thought was to say, “No way!” That the story matters and that I would need to talk through it. But then I paused, because I’ve been trying to do this except in a different way. And what I’ve discovered is that unless the story REALLY MATTERS it doesn’t really matter, you know? Essentially, if I acknowledge it and then choose to let it go, it usually goes. And it saves me a bunch of stress and shoulder pain in the process.

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