Healing Old Woundsby Caroline Myss, Ph.D.
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Mary, why, when you were answering Wayne's question about your schedule, did you have to let all three men know that you had suffered incest as a young girl, that you were still angry about it, that you were angry with men in general, and that you intended to control the atmosphere of the conversation with your anger? All Wayne asked you was, Are you busy June eighth? and in response you gave these three men a miniature therapy class. A simple yes or no would have done fine.
Mary looked at me as if I had betrayed her. Her body stiffened, and she emphasized her words in an ice-cold, defensive tone: I answered that way because I am a victim of incest. She drew back from the table, stopped eating, and threw her napkin over her plate, indicating that our lunch together had come to a close. Although I didn't realize it at that moment, so had our friendship.
Mary, honey, I replied, softening my own tone somewhat, I know you're a victim of incest, but what I'm trying to figure out is why you found it necessary to tell two strangers and Wayne your history when all he wanted to know was whether you could help out on June eighth. Did you want these men to treat you a certain way or talk to you in a certain way? What made you lay your wounds out on the table within seven seconds of meeting two new people?
Mary told me that
I simply did not understand because I had not endured what she and
numerous other incest victims had gone through, but that she had expected
me as a friend to be more compassionate. I replied that lack of compassion
had nothing to do with what I was asking her. I could feel the separation
of energy between us as I realized that in order for our friendship to
continue, I needed to speak wounds to Mary, to follow some very specific
rules of how a supportive friend was to behave, and to bear always in mind
that she defined herself by a negative experience.
In addition to her
painful childhood history, Mary also had a history of chronic ailments.
She was always in pain -- some days emotional, some days physical. Though
she was kind and always ready to support her friends, she much preferred
the company of people who had also had abusive childhoods. That day at our
lunch, I realized that Mary needed to be with people who spoke the same
language and shared the same mindset and behaviors. I immediately began to
think of this attitude as woundology. I have since become convinced that
when we define ourselves by our wounds, we burden and lose our physical
and spiritual energy and open ourselves to the risk of
illness.
That day I
felt as if I had been catapulted out of the surrounding healing culture of
Findhorn and the general consciousness movement and was viewing it as an
outsider. Although I had not previously noticed this pattern of thought
and behavior in Mary or in anyone else, the very next day, curiously, a
miniature version of the Mary incident took place in my workshop.
I had arrived
twenty minutes early to get ready for my presentation and noticed a woman
sitting alone. I sat down next to her and asked, What's your name? That's
all I asked. Yet without even looking at me, she responded:
I'm a victim of incest, but I'm fifty-six years old now and I'm over that trauma. I have a wonderful support group, and several of us get together at least once a week, which I believe is essential to healing.
She still had not
told me her name, so I asked again, And what's your name? But she still
didn't answer me directly. She seemed to be in a daze. It felt to me as if
she had been preparing for a long time to say something publicly, and now,
given the opportunity, she couldn't hear any questions that didn't relate
to her agenda. Instead of telling me her name, she said how much she
enjoyed coming to workshops like mine because a person was free to speak
openly about his or her past, and she hoped that I would allow time for
people to share their personal histories. I thanked her and left the room,
needing a few moments to gather my thoughts.
Meeting this woman
the day after the incident with Mary was not a coincidence. I believe I
was being directed to pay attention to the ways we expect to heal our
lives -- through therapy and support groups. So many people in the midst of
a process of healing, I saw, are at the same time feeling stuck. They are
striving to confront their wounds, valiantly working to bring meaning to
terrible past experiences and traumas, and exercising compassionate
understanding of others who share their wounds. But they are not healing.
They have redefined their lives around their wounds and the process of
accepting them. They are not working to get beyond their wounds. In fact,
they are stuck in their wounds. Now primed to hear people speak woundology, I believe I was meant to challenge the assumptions that I and
many others then held dear -- especially the assumption that everyone who is
wounded or ill wants the full recovery of their health.
This article is excerpted from:
Why People Don't Heal and How They
Can
by Caroline Myss, Ph.D.
Excerpted by permission of Three Rivers Press, a division of Random
House, Inc. ©1997. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be
reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the
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About The
Author
Caroline
Myss, Ph.D., is the author of the national best-seller
Anatomy of the Spirit , and with
Norman Shealy, M.D., the coauthor of
The Creation of Health and of
Sacred Healing. She gives lectures
and workshops internationally, and her audiotapes include
Why People Don't Heal and
Energy Anatomy.
She has also released videotapes (VHS):
Why People Don't Heal and How They Can,
Exploring the Anatomy of the Spirit, and
The Energetics of Healing.

| Hi Caroline:n If I were writing a research paper, you would be my main reference! I believe that it is only through the Spirit of God that spiritual wounds can be healed. Without spirituality, or at least some knowledge of the spiritual, healing will not be complete.n Recovery, or moving on, is aided by thought and behavior. However, without spiritual guidance even these are not fully realized. And, it takes time and some real struggling with reality.n I am a healed child of incest. My journey began in 1984 when I asked God Almighty to "make me whole". My first learned behaviors were to depend on Him, learn from His Word and from those led to heal, and to seek the desires of my heart (for my future).n I am today, 4/27/07, finally on my way to being all that I was meant to be. Recovery to me is struggling, stumbling, and continually reaching out to be the person I was meant to be. n In the meantime, if my journey leads me to help heal others I will know that when it happens. I am always available to help others when I see a need or if I am asked. I continue to do the work I must do and LET GOD.n |