Healing from Trauma Step by Step

Teaching Dragons to Cartwheel

Teaching Dragons to Cartwheel GLS

What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Learning happens when things are just outside of our reach. Out ahead of us where we need to stretch to get to it, but not too far.

Many years ago I read a story called Jeannie about a speech therapist who had been called in to work with a young woman named Jeannie who was mute. She was mute for psychological reasons, rather than physical ones and she was living on a psychiatric ward. She hadn’t spoken for six years and Jeannie’s mother was desperate.  She begged the speech therapist to work with her daughter.

Initially the speech therapist said, “No,” because she only knew physiological exercises to improve speech—and physiology wasn’t the issue. But despite there being no need for the speech exercises from a physiological point of view, the speech therapist decided to start there anyway. The exercises were the increments that the therapist knew and by starting with smallest increments—she was able to keep Jeannie’s psychological fears at bay. The speech therapist had the girl make simple phonetic sounds. Sounds coming out of her mouth without the pressure to ‘communicate something in particular.’ This slow pace allowed Jeannie to make sounds, to ‘be in an interaction with someone’ without feeling pressured to communicate and without feeling pressured to ‘be cured’—both of which terrified Jeannie.

The ability to reach to the next step, the step I can take, the step within my reach is not only fundamental to healing—it seems to be built in to how we grow and learn from infancy.

It was a lesson I learned again when my great niece Lyla was 6 months old and was on the verge of crawling. If you put a toy out of her reach, she stretched herself to get it, and even tried to figure out, if it was just a little too far, how to get herself in to position to crawl. She was figuring out how to bring her knees up underneath her, get up on her hands, and start to rock herself into a crawl. But at the time, the skill of crawling still eluded her –when she pushed too hard with her hands and she just slid backwards, away from what she wanted, looking confused at why she wass further away, rather than closer to, her goal.

The most striking thing watching her was what appeared to be an inner sense of what was ‘within reach’—what was a ‘doable challenge.’ If I put her favorite toy too close to her she grabbed it and it was done.  She dropped the toy and looked around—bored.  If I put the toy too far out of her reach she seemed to somehow know that it was just too big of a challenge—she didn’t even try. She looked annoyed and looked around for something else to pay attention to. But if it was out of her reach, requiring effort, but not in some category that she rated as too difficult, she took on the challenge and tried to get the toy—sticking with the challenge for a long time, even though she often didn’t get there. This magic space, “just out of reach” is clearly where we learn best.

I think so many of the problems of healing and growth come from disrespecting this fine tuned inner sense of what the next step or “just out of reach” is for each of us. I think we are all like Lyla—we know when it’s too easy and we know when it’s too difficult. And knowing this helps us know what the next step could be—what “just out of reach” is for us.  

I think we know it the same way Lyla knows it, but our judgments and “shoulds” and inner critics interfere in our ability to hear that inner sense of the next step that is just outside of our reach and respect its wisdom. We judge that step as too small and we put our version of the toy too far out of our reach, and we freeze or give up on the changes we need to make and the healing we need to do.

Lyla doesn’t have anything interfering with this inner sense. She was able to train me to support her staying right in her learning and growth zone. When I placed the toy too far out she looked at me and scowled. And when I moved it in, she went after it. She didn’t yet have some inner narrative of ‘should.’ She’s didn’t have some inner narrative about “I should really be able to already crawl to that toy and I should be able to do it from much farther away, I mean all the other babies can.”

But most of us –rather than listen to the inner sense of what the next step ‘just out of our reach’ is-- believes that we should already be able to do it, already make that step . Whatever that step is—whether or not we are capable of doing it.

When I began trying to talk about my own trauma I found, actually, that I really couldn’t talk at all. I had no language for my own emotions or feelings. And I really couldn’t tell a coherent story –with a beginning, middle and an end-- about anything. I found that when I tried to talk I either became overwhelmed and disorganized—or I shut down and became numb. Trying to tell my story was too hard. It was out of my reach. And instead of being able to ‘just do it’ – I was stuck. 

But I was lucky because at that time I was training to become a child psychologist and because of my work with children I understood through years of practice the crucial need for small steps. With every child I worked with I tried to figure out where they were, where they needed to get to, and what was the smallest challenge I could create that would have them stretch towards it with confidence and curiosity, rather than fear or mutiny.

The treatment for phobias is built on this principle of progression. If you are terrified of dogs, you don’t start by buying a dog. You start with the ability to say the word ‘dog’, or a look at a photo of a dog, or pat a stuffed animal or toy dog. You start with the smallest contact with ‘dog’ that you can—without feeling overwhelmed. And this was true for all of my clients—the smallest steps made for some of the biggest changes.

All learning is this way—and healing is really learning—only some of the most difficult learning—because it is both an unlearning and learning. You have to unlearn all of the protections and defenses you used to survive that no longer serve you, and you have to learn new thoughts, behaviors and attitudes that can help you grow again.

In order for me to learn to talk about my emotions and tell a coherent story I started where I often have children start—with drawing a picture and telling a story about it. With children –especially if they are self conscious about drawing—I will play the squiggle game with them. I will draw a squiggle on a piece of paper and they will look at the squiggle and see what it looks like to them and make it in to a picture. Maybe it looks like a lion, or a snake or a flower. The squiggle takes the pressure off of ‘what to draw’ and whether it has to be perfect because they are only choosing what they see and in many ways the picture can’t be perfect because I already ruined the pristine white piece of paper with a scribble.  Once they finished the drawing I would get them to tell me a story about it: “Tell me the story of the picture. What is the main character thinking and feeling and doing? What’s going to happen to the character?”

So I decided to start there with myself. I would paint a squiggle in watercolor with my eyes closed. And then open my eyes, decide what the squiggle looked like, and then I would paint whatever I saw in the squiggle. And then I would do one more. And then as the watercolors were drying, I would take out a legal pad and write the story of each of the pictures. I did this almost every day for two years. The stories weren’t earth shattering or important in and of themselves. The stories were practice. They were the practice of a narrative. They were the practice of talking about emotion. The watercolors and the stories allowed me to come in to contact with my own thoughts and feelings and put them into language. This practice stretched me, but it didn’t overwhelm me.

So how do we find the next step we need to take—the one that is ‘just out of our reach?’ As a therapist I think it its hard to assign the next step for two reasons. The first reason is that the next step is a felt sense, and I can’t really know what that is for each person because I can’t feel it. And the second is that if I do have a sense of it, the next step is usually quite small and it can feel to clients like I am suggesting something that is childish or might feel insulting. But as a client I know firsthand that finding the next step is what allowed me to keep moving, to learn what I needed to learn, no matter how small, or ridiculous or childish that next step seemed. So I think it is really important to listen to your inner sense of the next step, and if you can, talk about it with your therapist so that you both can understand where you are—and how far out or close in the next step needs to be.

When I first started teaching mindfulness meditation on an adolescent psychiatric unit , I actually started with a stopwatch. We did breathing exercises for increments of 10 seconds, then 20, and then 30. We built patience muscles in the smallest possible amounts.

Kids aren’t as bothered by increments—and the increments can get wrapped or hidden in play—so they can’t see them for what they are. My child clients didn’t know that they were practicing the necessary skills of patience and anger management as we played the game Sorry  - a game where disappointment and loss are built right in to every possible move, requiring you to manage your emotions almost every time you or someone else picks a card. Finding the increments for learning is so much harder for adults and teenagers. 

Which is why I think that the smartwatches and FitBits have been so successful. For people who may be unfamiliar, digital trackers allow you to track the amount of steps you do in a day. You can get a goal of steps or distance and know when you meet it each day.  Digital trackers aren’t great because they creates a goal of 10,000 steps. They’re great because they make that goal achievable in the smallest possible increments. Increments that are available to you all day long.  Your goal can’t disappear and your ability to work at it any time doesn’t disappear. You always have a chance to get to your goal, in the smallest possible increment.

If I had a wish for you, or the organizations I work with it would be to have you feel good—indeed proud—of the small incremental change that real shifts require. I wish I could rig every goal for healing and growth with its own version of the Fitbit—so you could experience your steps and feel proud of them. I want to have your wristband buzz with colorful stars every time you say something brave, or act more assertively or engage in an act of self-care. I want you to feel good about your small steps instead of feeling like the step you need to take is too small. Or childish. Or embarrassing. Instead, I want us all to be looking for that magic space, that space of growth--just out of reach—and embracing whatever step that is, because that simple step is our best chance for healing and growth.

© 2023/2016 Gretchen L. Schmelzer, PhD

The story of Jeannie by Miriam Mandel Levi is in the book Same Time Next Week

Fresh starts and new notebooks

First day of school pictures. The bright shiny faces. The anticipation. The excuse to buy new notebooks. I have been so jealous.

I have spent more than 30 years of my life as a student, teacher, professor or coach—which means that for most of my life, the real New Year began in September, and I can feel the pull each year as the summer draws to a close.

When you aren’t on an academic schedule, there is no restart. There is no infusion of the ‘new.’ No way to come at the problem with a new view, a new team, or as an ‘older, wiser, version of yourself.’ In the academic world you get to start your year in September after a summer of gaining back some energy and connections with friends, family and nature—you actually have the resources to tackle the old thing in a new way. In the non-academic world they give you a New Year in the dead of winter following a long string of holidays. You aren’t so much interested in a fresh start as you are in a really long nap.

I was especially envious of the ‘first day of school’ pictures because this week I was feeling stuck about a project that has been long underway. I was wrestling with the problems that come midway through a big project and I wanted some of that ‘start up energy’ that kids get every single year.  A new school year acknowledges change and growth and a shift in understanding. You get the reassurance that something has shifted. You get to start again.

And in big projects, or big struggles, in grown-up lives, there aren’t always opportunities for a new start—and in fact, that’s not really what would be best. We need to, as one rowing coach shouted at us once, finish the race you started. But we all need fresh energy sometimes. And we all need to see how much change has happened. And we all need a way to bring a new view to places that feel stuck.

So I decided to listen to my desire for new school year energy. No, I couldn’t start a new year. But I could do the next best thing: buy a new, bright notebook. My colleague and I decided to head into the store, buy a brand new notebook and take the project we have been working on for a long time, and start with a new blank page. We each took a series of questions that we usually ask the people we work with, and we became beginners again. We let the blank page allow us a fresh start—not from the beginning, but a fresh start from where we were.  An afternoon with a new notebook and the ability to have a new conversation were enough. A simple low-tech, high yield intervention. 

A new notebook is magic. For less than a dollar, you can still start again. You can ask new questions, or old questions. You can write or draw or scribble your way back to your center—and your excitement. Notebooks allow for messiness and scribbles and cross-outs. They allow you to play again with ideas. They require that you use your hands in old fashioned handwriting—they connect your body to your brain.

So let September bring a new start to whatever you are facing. Let it bring its energy for beginning and growth. Grab a bright, shiny, new notebook—and be a student of your own work and passions again.

© 2023/2015 Gretchen Schmelzer, PhD

*And in the spirit of new notebooks and new projects—I am working hard on a new writing project—which requires time and attention. Over the past year I had endeavored to write twice a week and mostly kept up that pace. And for this coming year I will be shifting to a mostly once a week schedule so I can complete my project. Thanks for your support and patience!

 

The Wisdom of Respite

Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for.
— Maya Angelou, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now

My guru of respite is Dr. Maya Angelou, who was the commencement speaker for our class at Mount Holyoke in 1987. It was the most extraordinary speech I have witnessed. She sang. She spoke. She recited poetry. And she talked about everyone’s need to ‘take time out.’ The need for rejuvenation so that your heart can continue its important work. I listened to the speech trying to drink it in.  I remembered a lot of it. But at 21 I didn’t understand it. Or believe it. I believed in effort. I believed in achievement. I believed in pushing as hard as I could. But the wisdom of respite escaped me. And now I have returned to the scene of the speech to take in the wise words spoken to my 21 year old self.

The definition of respite is ‘an interval of relief.’ Our animal brains and bodies were designed in such a way as to require respite for optimal functioning. We spend nearly half our lives awake, doing –and half our lives asleep, resting. During sleep our brains and bodies repair themselves. During sleep the brain, your cerebellum, updates your memory with that days information. The problems encountered by sleep deprivation are in part a failure of respite—a failure for your brain to be able to update itself and consolidate its gains.

I’m not sure why, but we often think of rest or respite as something separate. Separate from the act of doing, separate from the act of healing. We think of it as getting off track, rather than a necessary part of the track.

Respite is noted to be a break from something difficult. And it’s true that we feel the need for respite the most when we have been through something hard, or when the stress has been relentless. We feel the need for respite in our cells and bones. It is like a deep thirst, not for water, but for energy, for renewed hope, for a solid center.

When we finally allow for respite, we say “I am not going to do anything—I am taking a break.” And therefore, we believe nothing is happening. This is a mistake. Respite is what allows for the last part of the cycle of growth.  Paradoxically, not taking a respite is often what keeps us stuck. Without the time to consolidate, we stay in a state of instability. We don’t allow things to knit together. We don’t allow ourselves to sit in the new state.

The irony is, of course, that even though respite is often called a ‘relief’—when you are healing, it doesn’t always feel like a relief. Sometimes it does. Sometimes the break feels just the way it does when you fall into bed when you are dead tired. When you can feel every sore muscle in your body and feel the wash of relief that you don’t have to hold yourself up anymore.

But sometimes you actually have to put effort in to not working—you have to be disciplined about sitting still. Why? Because when you sit still you are more able to see the work you have been doing. You are more keenly aware of the loss or sadness that may accompany the change. So, sometimes respite may be a relief from one thing, but not another.

But mostly, like all the emotions of healing, respite has an intermittent quality. You feel the relief, the slowness and you can finally breathe again. The rest allows your system to calm down and you notice your brain starts working better again: You can think! And then you get pulled down. Your heart aches. The anxiety comes back. You look around for a way to distract yourself. And the discipline is to stay and breathe. Stay and rest. Do what you need to really feel respite. The difficult feelings might bubble up, but they aren’t all of your feelings, they won’t take up all of the time. And you need the rest. You need the respite.

The difficulty in honoring and appreciating respite isn’t just a problem for healing. Though I believe you won’t heal without it. No, this is a problem in our larger culture that we all need to attend to. We need to protect the respite of recess for children, and the respite of lunch hour and vacation for ourselves. We need to protect the down times in the evenings and weekends that need not be scheduled to the last second.

Giving yourself respite reminds me of sending kids to camp. They come back bigger, sturdier, messier. They have gotten to get out of their routines---try different parts of themselves. It is a break from their usual work, but it is a challenge none-the-less. They come back somewhat different—you can’t quite put your finger on it. They have grown.

Every spring I am reminded of the lesson of respite by my flowers. You plant your spring bulbs in the fall and they rest –slightly stressed—under the cold earth. This period of rest is not optional. It is the only way. And then after their rest they grow. When you give yourself respite—the same thing happens. Just because you can’t see what is happening beneath the surface doesn’t mean that nothing is happening. All the work that you put in finally has a chance to come together. Let yourself rest. Let yourself grow. 

© 2023/2015 Gretchen L. Schmelzer, PhD   

The Quietest Patience

Weaving the many threads

of your life into a

single piece of cloth,

Rilke said,

would clear it for

a different celebration.

 

What a clearing! Last night

a storm rolled through—

thunder following lightning—

sheets of rain, hail, wind.

The kind of storm that jolts

you in the middle of the night

when you are far too old

to be frightened by such things.

Secretly counting after

each lightning strike.

One, two, three, four—

bracing yourself against terror.

 

How could anyone imagine

that the act of weaving—

that calm, endless, rhythmic

back and forth, here and there

of the shuttle connecting

one ‘ill-matched’ thread to another

again and again and again,

could create such a perfect tension

inside the old fault lines

that they would no longer hold—

cracking them wide open.

 

One summer the osprey

returned with one stick

after another to mend

his nest of woven branches.

Weaving in new sticks

day after day until

suddenly

the nest crashed

unable to hold

the weight of growth.

 

One simple thread,

the weight of one stick--

Oh, it is the quietest patience

that changes the fabric

of your entire life.

© 2023 Gretchen L. Schmelzer, PhD