Thank YOU, Eleanor, for your response! What you have written makes a lot of sense to me; although I am not 'studied' in the various philosophical 'thoughts', I have been keeping a running journal of my own reflections on life for the past 6-7 years (now about 700-800 pages).
I had a good shift at work this evening, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in weeks. I am really starting to believe that this most recent 'break' from my mother has opened me up emotionally in ways that the previous three hadn't. It's hard to explain really, because I am still trying to process all of my most recent 'insights' about her, about the abuse, and about my own emotions.
Philip had asked me if I have a T, and I do/did (?). I probably need to schedule another appointment with her, but our last session was kind of 'vague'...where she was seemingly following a guidebook for therapeutic protocol, and I felt compelled to ask her at the end of it all, "So, am I making sense?!" I just didn't feel like we were dealing with the REAL issues in therapy, and particularly that day. She was 'hit on', nevertheless, the previous week, when I had explained to her a potentially dangerous situation in which I had found myself, and how I basically flipped it around to take back my own 'power and control', so there's also the potential that I was blocked somehow in relating to her in our last session (It's a whole 'story' in truth, and I was dealing with some fallout that following week from the 'situation', so it's likely...hmmmmm.....I just realized something!).
Honestly, I am a bit of my own mystery, as I am now realizing. It's hard for me to be completely 'body conscious' because of the physical and sexual abuse, though I have made significant gains throughout the years. Just amazing to me at this moment, however, is that I was talking about my 'physical state' to my therapist in that last session, but using other means of referencing my 'physical state', and my thoughts and feelings about my 'physical state' at that time. Bizarro! If my T knew, or sensed that, or whatever, she never said anything to me, but then again, maybe it was just as bizarre to her as it is now seeming to me. I mean, it's not that I have DID, at least that I am currently aware of (and I do remember the content of that session), but yes, I must be still dissociating at different levels. Strangely enough, today, it just totally makes sense to me what I was talking about during that session (two levels of thinking/feeling at the same time). And yes, I do need to start working on getting more mind-body unified!
I am aware of a lot of mind-body concepts, because I started to notice things about myself (and my family), and then started researching for answers, and then journaling about my perspectives. Lower back pain/issues=repressed anger. Stomach/intestinal issues=generally repressed emotional content, but specifically anxiety. In my specific case, sinus blockages/URI=I need to CRY! ;)
I am definitely going to read up and study more on the information which you have provided, Eleanor! Thank YOU! :)
Regarding the languages, I am 'studied' in my native language, English, then German and French, and self-taught in Spanish; I have also picked up a few bits and pieces of other languages, given the linguistic connections between those language and the languages which I have studied (i.e., Portuguese and Italian). I don't have a lot of opportunities to use my German anymore, so I am 'rusty'; beyond that, given the contextual time period in which I learned/studied German, and how 'perfect/rigid' I wanted to be at that time (And, German is very structured), I can't say exactly how it would make me feel/think/relate to date, unless I was again fully immersed. French was a 'desire', and I think that I was likewise dating a French guy at that time, but in truth, the fluidity of the language confounded me; I did find out later that I had learned more about the romance languages (French) than I had realized, because I was able to pick up Spanish with relative ease. My first husband was Punjabi, and an Indian diplomat's son, so we bonded on his stay in France and Mauritius (and French), and I likewise picked up a bit of Hindhi/Punjabi from him (very closely connected to German...strangely enough...the written/spoken structure, at least). What I mostly use now at the WP is Spanish, and given that my 2nd husband was Mexican, I can apparently break into some very emotional/poetic episodes with other Spanish-speaking guests. It is bizarre, speaking Spanish, because it's from a specific place inside myself, which has sort of chosen to break free from the emotional constraints of my childhood and native language (English). I am always told that I speak Spanish well, and "How did you learn it?" In truth, I don't give myself too much 'thought' in speaking Spanish, because then I can't say anything (get 'stopped up'). Spanish is a very emotional language, much more fluid in structure than Hindhi or German...and even English. I've had guests at the hotel who can't speak/understand Spanish, watching me in awe when I am speaking to a Spanish-speaking guest in Spanish, and I still can't quite 'get it' yet, because I personally have qualms with my mastery of the language; I honestly don't think that I am speaking correctly, even if the other person appears to be understanding me...but I'd rather attempt a conversation, work it out, learn, than get 'stopped up' to the point of being unable to speak at all. This again, is about my 2nd husband; he was my nightmare and my dream, though I do still credit him a lot with helping me get into therapy, as well as explore certain 'emotions.'
Life is a voyage! :)
Finally, Thank YOU about remembering Rosco (Duck)! Buck, his brother, was attacked too, but survived (there's a whole other story attached to that...but...), and now I am kind of at a loss for helping him. Buck is physically recovering, but I can tell that he's been traumatized (mentally/emotionally), and that he's likewise lonely (I don't speak 'duck'). What to do? How to help him? Eventually, I'll have a good answer...and hopefully sooner rather than later. :(
In defense of the length of this post, I do sometimes tell people at the WP that I am "a self-declared writer, somewhat published, but mostly self-declared." ;)
Peace, Love, and Prosperity, Eleanor! And to all of us...who are working forward! Take Care! :)