I watched a wonderful movie called frida about the life of Mexican artist frida Kahlo. There is a scene when she is 18 and a bus crash she is in wrecks her body. She managed to have some sort of a life but her body never fully recovered and she died at 47 from her injuries. At the end of the movie she speaks of her body as judas for not working anymore.
I found this such a profound metaphor for trauma because it seems to me What has happened to me may not have broken my bones but my body feels smashed up.
I feel like I want to live but it just feels so tired all the time.
my muscles always seem to contract involuntarily.
my psoas muscles hurt form a life time of bracing for fight or flight.
No one ever protected my body or taught me how to so I let everyone and everything come in and take and do what they they wanted to my body..not to mention who I would not let but they still came in and did what they wanted anyway..sometimes I feel like my body is not really mine.
I am trying to live the life of an adult on the broken framework of an abused child. and when it wont do what its supposed to do people laugh and tell me I am weak and it just seems so unfair and wrong because I know I am not Ive had to use every ounce of me I had left and some more to get were I am now.
When I see the other guys bodys every cell in my body vibrates with pain...because I wish I had a body I could feel confident in.I cant imagine what its must be like. Idon't need big muscles or a six pack..just a body that feels like my best friend rather than my worst enemy.
So I feel disgusted with my body I feel hatred for my body I ignore my body I come down hard on my body . I fail to protect my body ....I have become my own abuser now
I found this such a profound metaphor for trauma because it seems to me What has happened to me may not have broken my bones but my body feels smashed up.
I feel like I want to live but it just feels so tired all the time.
my muscles always seem to contract involuntarily.
my psoas muscles hurt form a life time of bracing for fight or flight.
No one ever protected my body or taught me how to so I let everyone and everything come in and take and do what they they wanted to my body..not to mention who I would not let but they still came in and did what they wanted anyway..sometimes I feel like my body is not really mine.
I am trying to live the life of an adult on the broken framework of an abused child. and when it wont do what its supposed to do people laugh and tell me I am weak and it just seems so unfair and wrong because I know I am not Ive had to use every ounce of me I had left and some more to get were I am now.
When I see the other guys bodys every cell in my body vibrates with pain...because I wish I had a body I could feel confident in.I cant imagine what its must be like. Idon't need big muscles or a six pack..just a body that feels like my best friend rather than my worst enemy.
So I feel disgusted with my body I feel hatred for my body I ignore my body I come down hard on my body . I fail to protect my body ....I have become my own abuser now