It is sort of funny. We all have mental images of trauma. Horrible things. But what about some dimension of life we all go through, an experience we have all gone through, I guarantee it. Birth. That seems awfully painful to go through as the birthee, although we never hear from the emerging side of the process.
Because of course, we cannot hear about it first hand, as there is no language capacity in the being undergoing this journey.
Nor is there any capacity to form the sorts of thoughts we’d understand if talk came that early. Only rudimentary capacity has developed at that juncture.
But if something goes wrong. Well, the rest of life proceeds from that first impact.
My experience was slightly later, based on the print-out of my life, my body, and it focuses on being overfed, right from the start.
The formula worked. I was a factory farmed human.
But I lived in an age when I had access to bleeding edge science. And I worked my ass off, learning how to heal the root cause of the stuff that went wrong for 49 years of my life. It was not quite like the dysfunction that we typically associate with trauma, but it nearly killed me at mid-life, as the overall state in my body when I unexpectedly moved into a moldy apartment, precisely mimicked the helplessness and lethargic aspect of my infancy. And my body started commanding me to do what it did to avoid pain at the start.
Go back to sleep until the environmental conditions are more conducive to others paying proper attention to what I am trying to convey.
When this state hit as an adult, all I did was battle against it. For years. But when I leaned in, TUNED WITHIN, and let the intuitions surface, I found myself learning about Somatic Re-experiencing from Peter A, Levine and the movement, tremoring, bodywork, and dancing I needed to do eventually all moved me forward into a nervous system state where I can now become the person locked inside for so long.