My twenty years as a licensed psychotherapist and massage therapist have taught me many things about both trauma and its impact on our relationships. Some of the workshops are specifically for colleagues, particularly relating to the use of touch; many are for the general public. Most are free, as I believe that a world less stuck in trauma is a safer, more lively one for us all. Hope you find one that helps, and if you see one that’s already passed, stay tuned…I’ll probably hold it again.
“Sally” is an ordinary woman…on the surface. She presents herself well, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think she was confident and capable. Underneath, though, she’s filled with self-doubt. She bites her tongue to keep from showing others what she feels…because she knows they’d just ridicule her, or make it about them instead. She’s wary of the first sign of distress in someone else, because it just might end up in them exploding in a fit of rage. She’s terrified of conflict, because she’ll just end up being attacked, being wrong.
Sally is a woman walking on eggshells!
Having a parent with Borderline Personality Disorder, or BPD, isn’t always easy to identify. Particularly if you’re the child of one. You long ago learned to agree completely, in order to maintain the peace, because those with the illness and no willingness to change (why should they, it’s everyone else’s fault!) experience disagreement as rejection. In their world, the other is all-good, or all-bad. Anyone in their lives can tell you, they’re never quite sure when the switch gets flipped, and suddenly the exciting flow of attention and admiration gets cut off, leaving you cold and alone, prey to the hostility that follows.
If you’re someone raised by a parent or other caregiver with BPD, you might well be convinced that they are right. As you look around, you feel how foreign you are from others who aren’t constantly second-guessing themselves, who are at ease with being less-than-perfect, and comfortable in relationships where they can let themselves be themselves. Your shame might even convince you not to talk about it because of course no one will understand.
Except for others raised by those with BPD.
Imagine getting together in a group, debunking the lies you learned about your selves and the world. Sharing the risk of removing the mask you’ve built, and instead recognizing that not only are those around you more wonderful as their authentic selves…so are you. Stepping out of the old “normal” into a new one, where mistakes are made, and rectified; distress seen with compassion and given comfort; conflict is practiced with ever-increasing confidence, no longer about attack and defend but about emerging understanding, honesty and mutual care.
I’m excited about the possibilities such a group would provide, and am holding a free intro on October 6, 10 am-noon, at PeopleHouse. Should there be sufficient interest, an ongoing group is a possibility. If you can’t make it, but recognize that you’re experiencing the impact such a parent can have, I urge you to reach out. Sadly, it’s estimated that 2% of the population, many of whom are raising children, suffer from this illness…and without help and support, the damage perpetuates. Let’s make it end here!
Next free discussion: December 1, 11-1, 3035 W 25th Ave, 2nd Fl
Group starting January, meeting monthly on the first Saturday.