Thursday, February 20, 2014
I'm really tired, today, so I expect this post to be brief.
Though I'd thought to explain how the buzzers help the traumatized portion of my brain to re-adjust negative self perceptions to match reality, perhaps it's best to suggest that you google EMDR.
Upon learning how mental blocks are designed to work, I came to understand how I'd managed to disappear into myself each time I'd sat down to be jostled and insulted by bullies on that Hebrew Bus from Hell, four times a week (to and from temple on Tuesdays and to and from temple on Thursdays).
It was very hard to leave Mom on Monday.
I'd planned to stay longer but chose to fly home with Will for this reason:
Right before leaving our house to go to the airport to fly to the Midwest, the phone rang. While the cab waited outside, Will took the call. It was Dr. B's office with the results of Will's second psa. The results were not good. Understandably, Will was very quiet throughout our time with Mom. Having Barry and David with us proved comforting. Though it was hard to leave Mom, I didn't want Will to return to the desert alone. Thank goodness, Mom understood. Rather than waiting three months for his next test, Dr. B asked Will to come in and have his blood drawn, next week. Wish us luck ...
Wonder what my mind will tell me to write, tomorrow. Right now, my guess is as good as yours ...
I'm really tired, today, so I expect this post to be brief.
Though I'd thought to explain how the buzzers help the traumatized portion of my brain to re-adjust negative self perceptions to match reality, perhaps it's best to suggest that you google EMDR.
Upon learning how mental blocks are designed to work, I came to understand how I'd managed to disappear into myself each time I'd sat down to be jostled and insulted by bullies on that Hebrew Bus from Hell, four times a week (to and from temple on Tuesdays and to and from temple on Thursdays).
It was very hard to leave Mom on Monday.
I'd planned to stay longer but chose to fly home with Will for this reason:
Right before leaving our house to go to the airport to fly to the Midwest, the phone rang. While the cab waited outside, Will took the call. It was Dr. B's office with the results of Will's second psa. The results were not good. Understandably, Will was very quiet throughout our time with Mom. Having Barry and David with us proved comforting. Though it was hard to leave Mom, I didn't want Will to return to the desert alone. Thank goodness, Mom understood. Rather than waiting three months for his next test, Dr. B asked Will to come in and have his blood drawn, next week. Wish us luck ...
Wonder what my mind will tell me to write, tomorrow. Right now, my guess is as good as yours ...
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