Posts Tagged ‘writing’

Tools – Art – Why SEE it? The Heartfelt Attempt to Reach for Human Connection & Understanding

June 11, 2026

Why show abuse and trauma in art? Why show it to another? Why SEE it?

The very direct version? For the world…and for me and anyone else who was abused.

Let me start with “for the world.”

For the world – the moments NOT in the family photo album

There is a raw reality that exists behind words like abused or molested. Those words are relatively “clean.” Cerebral. They tell another that “this” happened, but they do not convey the real horror of what “this” was.

They do not describe what I had to live through in each of those moments, for thousands of moments. They do not show the true images of what happened behind closed doors. Images that weren’t memorialized in the family photo albums. Those words don’t tell the “other side” of the story.

So, seeing those moments of horror in living color on a canvas gives that story a level of reality that words just can’t match.

My husband, who has watched me paint for every one of these pieces and saw the episodes of abuse emerge in paint, said as much. “I always knew about these things from what you told me, and I believed you. But seeing those moments makes them real in a whole different way. If he were standing here before me right now, I don’t know that I could actually restrain myself from going at him.”

The paintings show things that maybe society has never thought about in relation to “abuse,” things it doesn’t understand, or things it doesn’t want to look at.

And I want society to understand, because that is the only way this can change, and those harmed can be fully loved.

I want society to see what “childhood sexual abuse” really means. For me. For that young child that I was. For anyone out there who has been through it and isn’t understood by anyone around them. And to answer all of those who demand to know, “When are you going to get over this and leave it behind? Why can’t you just forget it already and move on?”

Intention

People may question the motives of artists and writers who are candid and open in sharing these experiences.

I will state totally emphatically that the intention for the art in this book is NOT to shock, traumatize, or titillate.

It is actually a heartfelt attempt to reach for that deepest human need – connection – by communicating what that reality was.

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Tools – Art…When You’re Just a Raw Nerve

June 10, 2026

Disciplined, driven, unrelenting

I’ve been reading a book by Jim Collins called What to Make of a Life. Over ten years, he and his team researched hundreds of people to see how they managed the challenges and moments of truth in life by harnessing what he calls “their encodings.” Those are people’s special innate talents held within and waiting for us to discover them. When used in the right moments and circumstances, those encodings propel us to fulfill our destinies and lead rich, satisfying lives.

He writes the book using the stories of matched pairs of individuals from all walks of life. For each particular life path, he showed how each member of the pair got started, found their way professionally and personally, then confronted a “cliff” — a moment of big change. Using their unique encodings, he showed how even very similar people can navigate transitions in very different ways.

It’s a great book and one I find very uplifting. It is heartening to read how even the likes of John Glenn, Carlos Santana, Admiral Grace Hopper, or Led Zeppelin’s Robert Plant can struggle, be enmeshed in a fog of “what next,” even choose poorly, then dig deep within to find their way.

I just finished reading the chapter about writers Toni Morrison and Barbara Tuchman. Morrison, winner of a Pulitzer Prize for fiction and the Nobel Prize in literature, wrote stories about the young black girls that did not seem to exist in any books she had read. So she wrote for herself, to create the stories she wanted to read. Barbara Tuchman was passionate about history and making non-fiction as rich a read as any good novel. Very different women, very different writing. But they were similar in one way.

Both were absolutely passionate about writing. They could not “NOT write. “As Morrison put it, “If all the publishers had disappeared in one night, I would have written anyway.”

And both used the word “compulsion” to describe what drove them to write. It wasn’t self-discipline enforced from outside themselves, but an inner compulsion to keep going for the sheer love and desire to see how their next sentence, paragraph, and story would turn out.

I resonated with these two women because that is exactly the word I would use to describe my attitude toward writing this book — compulsion. I MUST write it. I WANT to write it. I NEED to write it, to follow the story’s lead, to learn what wisdom it will reveal along the way. And I NEED to share it with whoever is supposed to find my story.

So I get up, write, research, and plan every day. And every day I channel a driven energy from somewhere within me. And that energy is always there.

Until lately.

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Tools – Why “Art” Before Words

June 6, 2026

The arts

This is a big topic, a KEY topic for me in my healing journey, bigger, even, than “why write.” In fact, without art, I would never have made the progress I have, and these posts would not exist.

So I am going to spend a couple of posts on art in healing, because there are several important parts to this.

In the fall of 2025, NPR’s Tonya Mosley interviewed Jane Fonda on her Fresh Air segment. In the course of their conversation about healing, the power of the arts came up:

“Jane, there’s a part of that speech, that SAG speech about the arts. And you say specifically that the arts have the power to create empathy, to understand a human so profoundly that you can touch another person’s soul.”

Tonya Mosley, NPR’s Fresh Air, September 2, 2025 – “‘We have to speak, we have to shout’: Jane Fonda is still an activist at 87.”

Touch another person’s soul…Oh my God, yes. I can honestly say that it is through the creations of various artists and actors — Madonna, Barbra Streisand, Meryl Streep, Viola Davis, and others — that I found comfort and wisdom, and received examples of powerful mothering and the “divine feminine” that I never received at home.

Of course, they don’t know this. But it was their masterful performances in their respective arts, delivered with all their hearts to the best of their abilities, that fed my soul when I needed it, and healed wounds like water on a drying, dying plant.

Madonna spoke in an interview of not being “the owner of her talent” but its master. It was given to her to allow it to move through and beyond her to those who need it. And she referred to her creative work in life as “medicine.”

Even scientists mirror these sentiments about the power of art to connect us all, and thus heal our lives:

“Here, around the fire, creative human expressions developed as an important layer of meaning-making and belonging… the activities we now call “the arts” began to take shape as an evolutionary priority to keep us alive. Art-making laid the basic foundation for culture and community among our earliest ancestors…these early gatherings helped to seed the social value of community. Researchers now know that participating in and fostering social connections in this way is akin to exercise for the brain: It improves cognitive function, lowers stress, and diminishes depression. …it allowed our species to build empathy and understanding with others.”
Susan Magsamen and Ivy Ross, Your Brain on Art: How the Arts Transform Us (203)

I could go on with examples, but frankly, I will speak to it myself.

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Tool – The “Small” Matter of Time

May 31, 2026

This tool does not require a lot of words. Yet do not consider the brevity of this post an indication that it is not that important. Other than attitude, it is the most important one of all. To show no awareness of what it means is to throw away a most precious gift:

Time.

I’ve read a number of books by a YouTube podcaster, Ryan Holiday. He writes and speaks about a 2000-year-old philosophy called Stoicism. And that ancient philosophy couldn’t be more relevant for extracting meaning in every moment, today.

People often hear the word “stoic” and mistake it for taking on the world with no emotions and a hard, outer shell. It is the opposite. In some ways, it mirrors many teachings of Buddhism, Taoism, and many other ancient paths to wisdom. It is about living as fully as possible in the present moment; about knowing what is in your power to do or control and doing it without procrastination. And it is also about knowing what you can’t control, and letting that go.

But most of all, its most valuable message can be summed up in two Latin words, two words that say it all:

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Post-EMDR — The “Tightly-Packed Onion”

May 27, 2026

A new dawn?

“Whatever it was that he saw in me that made him choose me – I was determined that part of me would NOT survive!”
My journal, July 22, 2018

If ever there was a statement that captured the self-hatred, blaming, and disgust that I felt toward me all through life, this was it.

I assumed it was me. I was wrong, somehow to blame, somehow responsible, contaminated with some trait that he couldn’t resist. I must have brought something to the table that caused this…and thus…it was my fault.

Or, even if I cut me some “slack” because, at least in the beginning, I was an infant, still, I was disgusted with myself. He had chosen me for this hell. So whatever it was that I possessed that drew him to me, I was going to PURGE it as soon as I could identify it.

Looking back, it’s a ridiculous idea…it wasn’t me at all. But given that he abused me right from infancy, it is a logical one. When bad things happen to young children, they assume they caused it and are to blame. They are still at that stage of thinking that everything is about them. So good or bad, it’s their fault. And on some deep and early emotional level within me, I carried that same message.

It was only now, in my late sixties, that a germ of a realization was dawning upon me and creeping into my consciousness…an idea I could finally FEEL, not just tell myself and try to believe it: Was it possible…that I was NEVER to blame? For any of it? That maybe it was about whatever he carried WITHIN HIM all along…

Pre-EMDR Journal notes — BRING IT ON, OLD MAN!

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That First EMDR Target — Rage

May 20, 2026

Before I relate the session experience, I need to take a moment to consider the question – Why rage?

Why did I carry white-hot rage toward my father?
And why did that need to be the first thing we tackled?

I will let the images do most of the talking here.

Who was he?

Probably best answered by the stories he shared with me on our weekend car rides, all of them disgusting or upsetting. Such as the one about abusing cats when he was a kid.

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What’s the Best Target?

May 14, 2026

Which terror is the biggest?

In looking back at my 2018 notes, whatever the specific items I listed in that email, I realized they boiled down to these core items:

  • Fears (many)
  • Shame
  • Anxiety
  • Rage
  • Pain
  • Self-hatred

The usual culprits, at least for me.

Photo by author

As to fear, it was interesting to see how many different things I was afraid of. And I can’t say that any one of them was bigger than another. They were all about equal in size…huge.

For example, at that point in time, even as I started to consider writing this book, I was ADAMANT that it would be under a pen name. I was absolutely TERRIFIED that any family members or people who knew me would see my name on the book. And I fully expected I would be attacked for speaking out loud. For that matter, I may yet be. But I feel differently about it now.

But at that point, I was even terrified of using a pen name. I still hated my younger self, was drowning in shame over many things in my life, and I still believed that telling my story would cause others pain, that I didn’t deserve to pursue this “navel-gazing,” and I would, rightly so, be attacked, then abandoned.

So it was no small thing that I even considered writing this. I will discuss efforts surrounding the issues of “why write, how, and how to manage courage and fear” in a few upcoming posts.

Reassuring my inner person

I find it helpful, especially when all my fears and emotions feel like they are ganging up on me, to get it out onto paper. Like an exorcism. That way I don’t have to carry them in my head, which both releases the pain of them and reassures me.

On that latter one – reassurance – I feel like as long as I have a list on paper, I know those things won’t be forgotten. For that hurting inner person at my core, it is calming. Soothing. She feels like this time she won’t be forgotten, stuffed down, or….locked behind that door again like in the past.

Sharpening the focus

It also helps me to formulate a coherent plan. I can’t just splatter rage all over the therapist’s office…well, I can, and there is a time for that, but in terms of us making a clear plan for the upcoming EMDR, that wouldn’t do.

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EMDR – Time to Roll the Dice?

May 13, 2026

“Rest” need not apply

The thing about me, especially before all this work, is that I feared I might get stuck again. In fact, it is one of my biggest fears. I don’t easily slow down or rest because I fear I might not get going again.

After all the years trapped in my parents’ house, I never wanted to experience that again. So, for most of my adult life, I’ve operated from a frantic energy to heal. And “rest” was not a welcome part of that process.

My therapist has often remarked that for many of her patients, she has to give them a push sometimes. But for me, she frequently needs to slow me down and help me be more patient.

The EMDR failure

In 2009, when I started working with her, I was in such agony from PTSD that we tried to do a round of the EMDR routine – that process of eye movements while remembering a particular trauma, that helps the brain reprocess and heal that memory. I’ll explain more in the next post. For right now, enough to say that at least at that time, I reacted very poorly. It triggered such a high level of anxiety and stress that my therapist stopped the session and said we would use other methods.

Other tools

Since then, we’ve used, and continue to use, CBT- Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. That is where we talk out the various issues, piece by piece, as often as needed, until I can figure out what is operating. Then we work to implement better ways to manage the trauma, and my life.

At times, she also taught me various Yoga breathing techniques to help my body relax. Or she would have me lie on my back with my feet elevated while breathing slowly. Both of these processes help the body’s parasympathetic nervous system to take over. That’s the one that helps calm you and slows down the stress and anxiety reactions.

The sympathetic nervous system is the one that is running in overdrive when triggered by trauma reactions. And no question, I spend a lot of time reacting from that sympathetic nervous system. Yet, these tools did help relieve some of that anxiety, and they continue to be very helpful.

The siren call of EMDR

But I also sensed that I wanted…and needed…to revisit that EMDR process again. It just kept “calling to me,” and my gut gave me no peace.

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There’s Always Time for Despair…

May 11, 2026

Overwhelmed

There is that question: “How do you eat an elephant?”
And the answer: “One bite at a time.”

It was the same thing writer Anne Lamott was getting at in her book on writing, Bird by Bird. She tells the story of her brother, who had waited to write his school paper on birds until the night before it was due. Frantic, he asked his father how he would ever get it all done? And the answer was, just write it bird by bird.

In this last section of my memoir, The Undiscovered Country, I am trying to draw to a close the many threads of the previous section, The Old Country. This is the climax, the finale, the meaning, growth, and wisdom part.

While I was writing the deeply painful posts about the abuses in my life, I said to my husband one morning that the writing was “so very hard…it just hurt so much.”

His response, while it sounds harsh, was actually an affirmation of just how well I was doing this work. His comment was delivered with great kindness and encouragement. “I think that is a good thing that it hurts. Not that I wish that for you. But it means you are really hitting the heart of those memories. You’re not just speaking from your brain, but from all those harmed places inside.”

His comment actually gave me relief and the energy to go on.

Buried in binders

When I got through all of those entries, I felt a sense of great…achievement…relief…gratitude. I thought to myself, Well, I’ve made it through the worst of it. Now I just have to draw the threads together and finish. So that should be easier.

Yet, every time I looked at all the folders spread out on that bed, each carrying nuggets of insights on different topics I’d introduced before, I grew more and more tense.

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Connecticut, 2017 — The Long-Overdue Returning

May 7, 2026

The “Teshuvah trip”

Photo by author

I didn’t even know what I should be looking for or what to expect on this trip. It’s like going into a grocery store, uncertain of what you need or what you may find. So you just start looking around and flinging everything into the cart that you guess “might” be useful.

Then, when you get home, you find you have bags and bags FULL of things. So many things that you have to spend a fair bit of time just unpacking it all, then sorting it, before you can even consider “Is any of this useful…and…how?”

This post is the “unpacking.” I collected so many bits in the journal I kept on the trip. I’ll let those entries do most of the talking in this post. I’ll “sort and prioritize it all” in the next one.

“Landing…back in time

Looking out the window, it struck me that Connecticut always looks the same when we return: Thick bank of clouds below…as we descended, so much so that the plane got very dark inside…It was the familiar gray, bleak outside, the usual “Connecticut gray” overcast….”

As soon as I stepped from the plane into the building, “it was like stepping right back into ‘then’ as if it was all still waiting there….Like a radio that had been turned off, but as soon as I walked in there, the radio came on and resumed from where it left off.”

Walking through the terminal, I felt like I had stepped into a time warp. I was in the present, but at the same time, I definitely was NOT.

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