Thank You for bringing this up. New Here. I've been trying to start an intro topic but I've deleted it several times.
I didn't know there was such a thing as body memory...
The event/events transpired from the age of 4 until the night I fired a rifle into my chest in the woods 2 decades ago.
The shooting drama transpired over a 3 hour period. I remember the first hour from the time I got off the school bus, the walk into the woods and sitting with the rifle for nearly an hour. The moments leading up to that resolute moment. The next 2 hours, from the shot until I was under the care of a surgeon was about 2 hours. Of that 2 hours I can recall about 40 minutes maybe.
My personal life has imploded over the past 2 years and I'm seeking a disability. I was in sales. However, before that I was in healthcare and I never felt comfortable doing CPR. I can't watch it on television. My wife likes to watch those real stories from the ER/Trauma Room and invariably there's a story where someone codes and CPR is performed.
Over the 20 years my skin would crawl as if there were hands inside my thoracic cavity grabbing forcefully. I could always feel the sensation of tools scraping, prodding and this god awful violent pressure in the center of my chest, just over my sternum. I've often chalked this up to the effects of the kinetic energy from the muzzle.
3 years ago I started counseling. Individual counseling, marriage was in hard spot and I wanted to save it. The therapist brought up the issue of PTSD and I shrugged it off. I remember telling her, "No. The child abuse that led to the shooting, and shooting were over 20 years ago. I'm fine."
She wanted to dig and so I let her dig. One day I was driving my car and I nearly crashed because the flashback was foreign to my body but it was also my body. I saw and felt hands working to save my life in a most violent manner. One of the final memories I have before going under was the trauma team preparing to work on me in the trauma room. I could hear the tools being laid out. I remember looking around the room though I was intubated. Perhaps this is evidence of an NDE....
Thank you so much for bringing up the issue of body memory because I want to scream at the top of my lungs to the world, for every person that ever asked me, "Hey. What the h#ll is wrong with you?!?!" Now I understand. A lesser person would not have survived the things so many here have survived. The scars, physical, emotional, and spiritual meant we were stronger than the event/events that nearly took our life.
I started compiling my records for the disability and yesterday I got a copy of my chest x-ray report findings after one of many trips to the ER last year. I had chest pains and so they wanted to rule things out. The report said it all. The report supported why I would have body memories. Shrapnel, surgical clips remain inside of me from that ordeal. Those things are foreign, or perhaps, once they were foreign to my body but over the years my body had to resign itself that they would forever be a part of me and it had to come to terms with that. It had to come to terms with the fact I indeed shot and killed myself for a few moments in time and if not for a determined surgeon and his team I would not be alive today to know the life I have. It's not perfect but, it's riddled with anxiety, flashbacks, emotional detached issues, etc etc...but it's my life, and I'm alive.