One theme that has always been fairly common in my ceremonies where I have a serious breakthrough healing things from my childhood is neglect. I was completely neglected. I've seen very clearly how a lack of physical stimulation has stunted my growth, emotionally, neurologically, psychologically, spiritually. This has always been a repeated theme...
There are those primate studies--forget what they're called or who did them--where two separate instances of young primates were observed. One was allowed to have a mother, and the other was given a mock-mother made of wires, and there may have even been a third with no stimulus at all. Touch and stimulating environments have been proven time and time again in animals to stimulate growth, physically, neurologically, socially.
Some of what I have done to remedy this was spending time with visions of my inner child in ceremony. Having dialogues with her, trying to understand how she felt, what she wanted, sending her love. Saying yes, I know you always wanted a friend to play tea party with instead of dolls. It's a powerful technique (taught to me by Aya), and it's helped.
Also, just loving myself generally. Eating well, working out, being and feeling the best I can be. I've grown a lot and put on healthy muscle mass, especially lately. *I* have to ultimately care for myself, it's nothing anyone else can ever do.
I've even had some wild voyages with flashbacks to infancy and in-utero dealing with these themes. I cried, purged, released in many ways. That's all helped.
Some recent voyages, however, seem to have cracked a deeper level of this neglect-terror. What I've gotten out of it is basically, I NEED TO BE TOUCHED. Not sexually, just lovingly held and touched. I don't have that in my life. Part of what drove me away from my last boyfriend was the fact that every single bit of contact was erotically motivated (I'm all for amazing sex, don't get me wrong, but I'm also a multi-dimensional person). When I started spontaneously tripping the other night and fell into panic, two of my girlfriends came over. One just held me and stroked my hair and I was instantly so much calmer. I've thought about getting a pet, but I have lots of mixed feelings on the pet situation, and where I live, I couldn't do it in an ethical way.
I really NEED touch at this point in my life, just like I need food or water. I don't know if it's like a part of me that was first cleaned is now ready to grow, and it's like a missing vitamin or enzyme. The process won't complete and it's sometimes annoying or painful.
I've thought about massage, but that's super expensive.
I don't know. I just need positive human contact. I understand why I need it, there's no secondary motivations or underlying issues. It's kind of strange, culturally, to acknowledge being in this situation, I think it requires a depth of maturity that makes a lot of people uncomfortable.
I remember being younger, and some of my friends and I would either just lie together in front of the fireplace, or out under the stars, and just talk about life. It was a totally positive and healthy thing, like kittens in a big heap. Nothing more, nothing less.
Can anyone relate? and what is there to suggest?
There is also a part of me that is so disconnected from expressing these kinds of needs. It disconnects in fear.
There are those primate studies--forget what they're called or who did them--where two separate instances of young primates were observed. One was allowed to have a mother, and the other was given a mock-mother made of wires, and there may have even been a third with no stimulus at all. Touch and stimulating environments have been proven time and time again in animals to stimulate growth, physically, neurologically, socially.
Some of what I have done to remedy this was spending time with visions of my inner child in ceremony. Having dialogues with her, trying to understand how she felt, what she wanted, sending her love. Saying yes, I know you always wanted a friend to play tea party with instead of dolls. It's a powerful technique (taught to me by Aya), and it's helped.
Also, just loving myself generally. Eating well, working out, being and feeling the best I can be. I've grown a lot and put on healthy muscle mass, especially lately. *I* have to ultimately care for myself, it's nothing anyone else can ever do.
I've even had some wild voyages with flashbacks to infancy and in-utero dealing with these themes. I cried, purged, released in many ways. That's all helped.
Some recent voyages, however, seem to have cracked a deeper level of this neglect-terror. What I've gotten out of it is basically, I NEED TO BE TOUCHED. Not sexually, just lovingly held and touched. I don't have that in my life. Part of what drove me away from my last boyfriend was the fact that every single bit of contact was erotically motivated (I'm all for amazing sex, don't get me wrong, but I'm also a multi-dimensional person). When I started spontaneously tripping the other night and fell into panic, two of my girlfriends came over. One just held me and stroked my hair and I was instantly so much calmer. I've thought about getting a pet, but I have lots of mixed feelings on the pet situation, and where I live, I couldn't do it in an ethical way.
I really NEED touch at this point in my life, just like I need food or water. I don't know if it's like a part of me that was first cleaned is now ready to grow, and it's like a missing vitamin or enzyme. The process won't complete and it's sometimes annoying or painful.
I've thought about massage, but that's super expensive.
I don't know. I just need positive human contact. I understand why I need it, there's no secondary motivations or underlying issues. It's kind of strange, culturally, to acknowledge being in this situation, I think it requires a depth of maturity that makes a lot of people uncomfortable.
I remember being younger, and some of my friends and I would either just lie together in front of the fireplace, or out under the stars, and just talk about life. It was a totally positive and healthy thing, like kittens in a big heap. Nothing more, nothing less.
Can anyone relate? and what is there to suggest?
There is also a part of me that is so disconnected from expressing these kinds of needs. It disconnects in fear.
). And thinking about this makes me realize the notion of having a sitter is terrifying. It's one thing for me to lose my mind for a few hours all by myself and come out the other side feeling better... but it's another thing to fall apart completely in the presence of someone else and just howl for all the howling I need to do. I'm a strong girl...
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