I'd like to tell you a funny story.
First, this is something I shared with someone a little while ago:
'Having a bad past is like having a pandoras box inside of you. Pulling it open, as I might imagine a psychiatrist would want to do, can be immensely destructive. Its only worth letting out what you can process - and if you have no mechanism in place to do that you're in trouble. Some people seem to think talking through it resolves it - well, abuses that run deep need to be physically resolved in my experience. Clearing up the conscious mind's relationship to it is literally the tip of the iceberg.
Similarly though simply sitting on the lid of your box puts you in trouble too. Whats inside has pressure - pressure to be resolved. All the things that perhaps should have been expressed but couldn't without making you unsafe, or engulfing you or the like, are seeping out the seams and just as destructive for being suppressed as released. This is where the pressure builds and something will trigger a blow out - or you end up an angry driver, or you're mean to pets or the like.’
Now the story:
Maybe 20 years ago I knew a clinical hypnotherapist - really good and was doing some great work helping people, and he said 'I have a lady who would like treatment - but she's really nervous and I think she'd benefit from seeing a treatment on someone else'. So he asked if he could do something with me.
Now I had been pushing my boundaries pretty ruthlessly and was into some grim material at that time - but I said I would. So I ended up in his office with this slightly middle class lady looking on, he starts his induction on me and I feel this massive massive surge of emotion coming up.
My whole body started convulsing and I starting weeping uncontrollably. Sort of, as my consciousness receded this huge ocean of something was bursting out.
Hang on - it's funny in a minute...
So I don't know how long it went on for, but as I came back round - I was physically and emotionally exhausted, the therapist was sat on the floor with his legs outstretched, stroking my head.
My head was on his shirt which was covered in tears and saliva and I suddenly remembered this woman !
So I turned to look for her ... realised she was gone as he said, very dead pan, "yes, I don't think we'll be seeing her again"
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