Okay, I know I said that my next post (which would be this one) would be about what happened after I walked out of the court room from cockroach boy’s sentencing to 6 years in prison. I changed my mind. Because I did not actually write about my experience and what happened and how I felt that day, I am going to have to write it from what I remember and that is a bit trickier. So before I sit down and write that, there is another experience I need to deal with. As I’ve said many times before, the recounting of my attack and all that followed is coming straight, for the most part, from my journal, from what I wrote at the time that it occurred. And as I am, again, for the most part, doing it chronologically, I am only up to 25 June 2012. I apologize if this is confusing, but I need to make clear that what I am now going to write about is current, is right now or just a few months in the past. Have I thoroughly confused you yet? Perfect..
On Friday, two days ago, I had what will be the first of a series of acupuncture treatments for my foot. To explain the why for this, I need to go back to January of this year. The easiest way to explain what happened then is to tell you what I told a cousin of mine: “I am so glad to hear that I am making your journey just the tiniest bit easier. And it is a journey, with many twists and turns and potholes and setbacks and, best of all, forward motion. I hope you are getting therapy, as well. I know I would not be where I am right now had I not gotten it. And even having had it, there are days that I still question it all. For the most part, though, it’s all good. My boyfriend, who was so supportive and loving and encouraging through the whole 15 months, has decided that it was all too much and broke up with me on Wednesday. I am so grateful that he stayed when I needed him most and know that this is more about him than about me. Still, I am sad and heartbroken, but I WILL get through this, too.” Okay, so now you know that I am not no longer with Bill. It took me just a couple of weeks to realize that he had actually made the right decision. That realization didn’t necessarily make it easier to deal with the loss, but it did help somewhat. One of the things I asked him was, ‘Do you think this is a delayed reaction to my attack?’ He said something along the lines of ‘maybe, probably, I don’t know. All I do know is that you are different since the attack.’ At first this made me mad, until I really thought about it. The truth is I Am Different, profoundly and fundamentally different, and how could I not be? I went through an incredibly traumatic experience followed by 13 months of intense therapy that not only dealt with my most recent trauma, but also cleared out all the crap from my childhood that was still festering inside me. How could I not be different? In spite of this knowledge, I was still very, very sad. I woke up every morning crying, I wasn’t sleeping very well at all and as if all that wasn’t enough, my hot flashes came on with a vengeance.
About 3 weeks after the breakup, I had the opportunity to go to Cat Island, Bahamas for 10 days with my parents, brother and nephew. You better believe I went. While there I swam, did stand-up paddling, went kayaking and walked 10-12 each day, on the beach, barefooted. And that is when the pain in my foot started. I, of course, ignored it, chalking it up to being barefoot more than anything else. When I got back from my trip it continued to hurt and I continued to walk and do yoga through the pain. One morning I went out to walk, went a half a block and had to turn around. It was obvious that I would ignore it no longer. I initially decided it was a stress fracture, because that was the only thing that made sense. When I finally went to a physical therapist, he diagnosed it as a neuroma. Basically, I had nerve damage in my foot and the cause, he said, was overuse. Well, crap! So he gave me exercises to do and told me to not stop working out, but to go very easy. I decided that complete rest was probably a good thing, and stopped walking and doing yoga, altogether. It has now been 6 weeks of non-activity for the most part. Let me tell you, for someone who is used to moving a lot, this is pure torture and, delightfully enough, I have gained 5 pounds. Okay, not delightful at all! That weight gain probably has nothing to do with the fact that I have been drinking more than normal, as well.
Enter Bill, my now ex-boyfriend. Yes, we are still friends. He asked about my foot and I told him it wasn’t getting better and did he have any suggestions for hurrying the process along? He recommended his client Matthew Truhan, who is a licensed acupuncturist. So, I emailed him and we set up an appointment for 17 May. And the best part is he comes to my house so I don’t have to drive wherever it is he lives. Anyway, in the process of taking my medical history, etc., he asked if I had suffered any trauma lately. Kind of a loaded question in my case. So I told him briefly of my attack and also that Bill had broken up with me in January. Well, his take is that the pain in my foot is actually how my body manifested the breakup! Okay, that makes perfect sense to me, and now I am doing what needs to be done to heal that damage and pain. And isn’t it interesting that I am doing the exact same thing with the pain I felt in my heart?
What I find so interesting, as well, is the far-reaching consequences that my attack has had, and continues to have on my life. It’s certainly not all bad, and I have almost daily reminders and incidences happen that let me know that my PTSD is completely healed, which is good. So now when I think about how it upset me when Bill said I had changed, I can almost laugh about it, because, of course I changed. I am certain, too, that I will continue to heal other parts of my life that I may not even be aware of right now. And one thing I do know, beyond any doubt, is the best is yet to come, that it is on its way right now. I just have to keep my heart and mind wide open.
It’s difficult to find well-informed people about this subject, however,
you seem like you know what you’re talking about! Thanks