Meandering Michele’s Mind: Knowing When to Seek a Different Kind of Help
Monday, March 8th, 2010 • Uncategorized •
I have a client who has had PTSD for almost 50 years. Her psychiatrist and therapist both told her she cannot heal. They pumped her full of meds and told her to get used to living with post-traumatic stress symptoms. She was suicidal when we met. That was six months ago.
Today, she is fully functioning, off the meds, sleeping and restructuring, redesigning and rediscovering herself, her life, her choices and her desires. Funny how the ’traditional professionals’ could have been so wrong. They gave up on her and so she was about to give up on herself. And then she and I began working together and she buckled down, believed in herself and the process, faced what needed to be faced, felt what needed to be felt, and learned how to think things through and work toward change.
Amazing what can happen when we as survivors find the right people to work with.
My own story is similar: I’d been with my therapist on and off for eight years. Finally, we hit an insurmountable wall and I crashed into a worse place than I was when I began therapy. I left him and wallowed and cowered by the wall for a while (a really looooong while — over a year and a half!) and then I hauled myself to a new, alternative source and together we accomplished what had to be done.
I’ll bet many of you have histories that echo the same theme. We’re feeling so powerless in our PTSD symptoms. We so want to believe in the professional sources around us. We so want to think their words are Truth.
What’s meandering my mind today is how much, how often and how important it is for us to always question the diagnosis, prognosis and Truth that we receive. It’s up to us to double check, get second opinions and dig deep inside ourselves in order to hear, see and feel our own instincts versus what is handed out to us. Just because someone has a degree does not mean he/she is infallible, omniscient, or the final word.
We are the survivors. We are the ones who are healing. We have the final word. The only word.
Let me hear from you if you agree.
(Photo acknowledgement on Flickr.)