This is the final note I am posting as inside-the-book information for the reader. This other "Secret" about Trauma and the Golden Lady is the name itself, "Golden Lady." What does it mean? Why did I select this title? It means many things, a compilation of what relates to Plath and my work. The very first time I saw her was in a picture in the book, "Letters Home." This was way back in 1976, in the book stacks of the Clark University library. She was lying on the beach on a sunny summer day. Her hair looked golden. This was the first image of her in my mind-a golden haired girl. As I looked to Sylvia's writing in my subsequent research, I came to see her genius and her precious gifts for life. She was golden, a very talented young woman, a lady. As I got "to know her," I found myself unable to see her as a girl. She seemed (and sounded like, if one listens to her voice) older than she was, more mature, refined, proper, lady-like. She seemed to always wish to present herself as a lady, a person to be respected, as in the joyous image on the cover of my book. In her works, she epitomized someone who, like the professional athlete, sought the gold ring or gold medal. Her brilliant talents bore fruit in her work, even though she often was doubtful of it. Golden Lady was a title that came to me in inspiration when the first draft of my book was finished. It just seemed to fit Sylvia, like a hand in a glove. Furthermore, the title reflected my intent to show respect for all that was Sylvia and seek to avoid criticism, judgment or even clinical diagnosing and analysis. Too much had already been written about Sylvia in ways that took her apart or subtracted from who she was, made her feel less-than. Yes, I believe Golden Lady is a fitting title for Sylvia Plath.
How we view life is instrumental to how we may live life or if we will live life at all. If we view life as a gift, a precious time and space given to us in which to develop our self lovingly, a powerful resource is ours for faith, hope and intimacy. Our positive and loving life perspective, then, becomes a means for expressing the gift of our self to, with and for another. Giving our self for some time and space in prayer, reflection or thought to the ultimate Other, our Gift Giver, is one direct way to give gratitude or say "thank you" for our gift of self.
Shame on you.
Shame on me.
Shame is not synonymous with 'guilt,' but often made to be worse. One definition describes it as "a painful emotion caused by consciousness of guilt, shortcoming or impropriety." Another, "a condition of humiliating disgrace or disrepute." It sure does hurt! Is there anyone who hasn't felt shame? We feel so alone, apart, singled out with shame. With shame, it is "I" that is the focus of something wrong at that very moment, no one else. No, with shame we're not singled out for a reward or praise. Wish that we were. No, shame is for "something bad," at least in the eyes of the giving other. It is "I." Shame on me! I feel the shame. I did it or am told I did. What differentiates a healthy outcome of shame from one that is unhealthy is the exclusive focus on the person rather than the act.
Developmentally, if all goes well as we grow up, we learn to become the gift we are meant to be. Yes, at times we learn through the experience of shame. Each of us needs to know "right from wrong" or else our life would be without boundaries or without a healthy regard for others or life. As much as we may desire freedom and independence, the paradox is that there must be guidelines and limits for this desirable goal. Yes, there is a normal shame we experience. When shame is normal, when we do wrong or what isn't good to be done, we are still told we are good. This is what should happen normally. Doing wrong, the thing we do, the message reads, is the problem. We are still a unique and gifted self. It is "what" we did that is the problem. It's the problem or behavior that is focused on, not the worth or value of the person. Developmentally, one may say, we learn from our mistakes. Harder to learn, however, when we are made to be the mistake, when shame isn't a normal experience.
"You'll never amount to anything" is something that some hear repeatedly. The shame I see in therapy is not of the normal variety. If it were, I suspect I'd be out of a job. No, the shame I see is of the variety you may see in the artwork that precedes this text. It is a confinement of self to the nth degree. It is or feels like abject loneliness and isolation. Better put, it's imprisonment, feeling as if one is "bricked-in." This experience follows our being taught or told that we, in our heart and soul, are bad, no good, evil, ugly, not belonging, smelly, rotten to the core, etc. Pick the descriptor! Shame, for some, actually becomes a way of life. When we over and over experience shame, we begin to wear shame, show it in our body, think it in our mind, feel it in our moods, act in its ways. Through therapy, one works to break the chains of shame and break out and learn how to live as the gift of self we truly are meant to be. It's not easy, but well worth it when we succeed. Sadly, some never succeed. Happily, many now do. Shame doesn't have to be on you or me.
Change, as they say, is inevitable, unavoidable. Sometimes we seek it, want it or are amazed and awed when it happens. Other times, we lament it, fear it, try to avoid it, reel against it, or even hate it. It's strange yet beautiful, though, when we take change into our life, make it a companion, and follow its lead with faith, hope and love. We may work with it rather than fight against it. No, not easy to do, some may think impossible. But, stop for a moment and think about it. How may we ever get anywhere or become our self without change. Now that's impossible! Change, if followed, "adapted to" successfully, produces Transformation. We've crossed a bridge from one place to another. To realize this means to accept that change itself is a greater force than our self, a powerful ally for this transformation. With change we may go beyond, convert, change outwardly or inwardly, think differently, feel differently, act differently. What would we be without change. Zombies? Clones? Boring? It seems that, when we choose change as ally and companion vs. enemy, we move more solidly, securely and hopefully in life. One might say that change brings us more and more to the fulfillment of our life. Let us all learn to embrace change-as-companion, be it in good times or bad. If we walk with it, it will show us the way.
Statistically, April has been the month associated with the highest number of suicides. Why? If you're looking for THE ONE reason, forget it. No one knows for sure. One hypothesis is that April corresponds to spring, a time when all begins to bud, emerge from winter, warms up, starts anew. If we are feeling like we have little to look forward to, starting anew may remind us more of what we don't have than what we do have. Looking ahead may seem more gloom and doom than promising gift or meaningful or achievable goal. If we've experienced previous hurt or trauma in our life, even more may life appear to us to be without value.
All of us have tough times, some more than others. I wonder if April may have another meaning, one that we tend to ignore or take for granted. Maybe a very special meaning for April is seen only by those near or in despair, although tainted by negativity, with the point being lost. Perhaps this month of APRIL is meant to be a reminder to us all of the value of life and living. Perhaps April is a special time to awaken us to our self, an opportunity to spring clean, see what is within and about us, what needs to change, what may be strengthened or added in or for our life. Maybe April is the month to courageously and lovingly look to our self FOR LIFE and living. Maybe our reflecting on being imperfect as normal may help us become humbled enough to ask for help or help others. As many who have attempted suicide and gained in life after not completing the act have told me, if we remain hopeful and believe, if we will and make the effort, if we seek the help we need, good things come to us. After all, that old familiar expression can't be all wrong. April showers bring May flowers.
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The 14th "Secret" or sharing about my book, Trauma and the Golden Lady, is perhaps the most intimate and fundamental. This underlies and permeates all my writing, clinical work and personal life. It is my belief that every life moment, from first to last, is a time and space for meaning and purpose in life and for life. Each human being is a unique gift in life, a precious gift, to be lived as such, to the best of one's ability. Faith in a Gift-giver enables one to remain humble, appreciative of our gift of self and willfully acting towards the impossible dream, one might say; that is, always trying to perfect our self while realizing fully well we will never obtain this goal in our earthly life.
What an ideal! Some might say a fantasy, others a ridiculous or crazy idea. I must admit and truly believe that my longstanding and continuing upholding of this philosophical and spiritual belief is "never" (and, as those that know me know, I infrequently use that negative word) easy. I constantly battle in my mind and with my emotions with the never-ending dilemma of how to see self-as-gift when there exists illness, hatred, hypocracy, evil and other such things. Here is where, I believe, I may most identify with Sylvia Plath. Oh, how I believe she experienced this dilemma. The brilliant psychiatrist, Victor Frankl, spoke of this most fundamental life dilemma, as also containing the solution: "Man' Search For Meaning." He ought to know about the hurt and anguish of life, the deep challenges to our existence! He lost most of his family at Auswitz and suffered there, too.
Yes, I uphold a belief that suicide is an act that is unhealthy and "against" living with and as gift. While this belief is common sense to many, others view it as rigid, authoritarian, intrusive, and even selfish. Yes, as person, therapist and suicidology, this is the line I have drawn, but there is a caveat, a point that many may not see or may assume otherwise. Yes, I judge the act, but I neither judge nor condemn the actor. It is not my place to do so. As I hope is clear in my book, I uphold a love of Sylvia Plath. Yes, I am saddened by her death and death by suicide, but I also "feel" for the many hurts and troubles and burdens she bore. She faced a true life dilemma. May her eternal rest be one of true peace and contentment, that which she truly sought and most of us seek. May she be with God, Love, forever!
Here is another Book Secret of "Trauma and the Golden Lady:"
The role of "culture," as a macro-environment in which Sylvia Plath lived, is an important part of "Trauma and the Golden Lady." Sylvia was deeply influenced by her ethnicity, her environment, the political climate, global happenings and conflict, and her local, more intimate environment of community, friends, classmates, teachers, mentors, boyfriends, etc. Although to some extent this is true of us all, few probably ponder its significance. Sylvia, seemingly as with all things, became hyper-focused on these, as they related to her and the world. My book attempts to help the reader see how important these were for her, a part of her, always with her, at times in a pestering way. Take for example, war or global conflict. Sylvia seemed much more than just aware and concerned about this. She seemed to anguish about it, feel the pain, artistically be touched by it within her mind, heart and soul. It was as if she were living it out within her, feeling like a wounded soldier. Truly a very deep empathy and, as I suggest regarding her trauma history, this deep empathy mixed with some features of Posttraumatic Stress, making it stronger.
From my writing, I invite the reader to ponder her or his own relationship with their unique cultural identity and the world with and within they live; that is, their being-in-the-world. This relationship, I do believe, is essential for our well being.
June 7,1950 was the day Sylvia Plath graduated from high school. It was truly a happy and joyful day for her and her family. All focused on her accomplishment and looked forward to her future success. She was headed to Smith College that coming fall! Happy, happy, happy! Her companion "anxiety" remained with her, but, overall, all looked promising.
I invite you to read my book and read and reflect on the "book secrets" I've released in my blogs. I welcome your comments and discussion. Trauma and the Golden Lady awaits you. If you'd like to hear me discuss the book, tune in to the podcast of my WCAI interview with Mindy Todd of The Point, March 21, 2017.
I'm excited to share my gifts with you.
Secret 12 from "Trauma and the Golden Lady" relates to my connection of mother and home to Sylvia's connection with her mother and home. I had no conscious thought and made no conscious connection to this similarity throughout my writing, but I know, in hindsight, it was an everpresent fact and influence. Indeed, this mother and home empathic bond likely tempered any urge by me to critique or judge Aurelia and her influence on Sylvia. It is not that I failed to see her problems or sought to temper them, but rather saw her imperfections with a "there but for the grace of God" perspective; hopefully, "lovingly," as I speak of the word in my first chapter. Mother and home, my mother and home influence, helped me try to be tender, caring, nonjudgmental, sensitive, as a way of opening up to authentic understanding. Blaming, accusing, becoming embittered or angry, hating, passing judgment, condemning, all impede understanding; indeed, these prevent authentic understanding. Without really understanding and appreciating home and mother, I believe, one misses an essential part of who Sylvia Plath was, how she lived her life and why she committed suicide. Like Sylvia, my relationship with my mother bears closeness and influence. While Sylvia's father's illness and death led to increased attachment to mother, it was my father's work away from home that increased my connectedness. Home became a place of increased importance, obligation, responsibility, nurturance, and security. As with Sylvia, in a curious way, such a "one-parent influence" seemed to increase the urge for independence. As much as one feels the attraction to home and mother, one seeks, perhaps stronger than usual, to move apart from it, to become one's unique self, living out a unique destiny. Due to such a developed bond with mother and home, the "maternal," I believe, becomes a strong part of one's personality and influences one's life. For example, I have no doubt it has helped me effectively help women who were abused or neglected. Sylvia brought the maternal into her relationship with Ted and influenced her decision-making, even in a negative way, such as with her decision to die. I could write forever about this mother-home connection, as well as the differences between my life and Sylvia's. I leave it to the reader to reflect on this. I would welcome future dialogue about this.
Book Secret 11 from my writing of "Trauma and the Golden Lady" is about my own connection or relatedness to trauma, as learned before and during the writing. Also, it's an intimate confession. Writing this book, very much like my working in psychotherapy, helped me to look to myself and learn about me and trauma. Some may think that a psychotherapist with expertise in trauma work had always been attuned to trauma. Not so! My understanding of myself and of trauma developed over time, very gradually, and continues to do so. About 30 years ago, when I began my clinical work with persons who had a history of trauma and were detrimentally affected by it, I was an ignorant, naive, neophyte, newly hatched, licensed social worker. Although psssionate, hard working and eager to learn, I had almost no knowledge about Posttraumatic Stress. There had been no courses in school related to trauma, no lectures. When I evaluated a client and assessed her or his needs, I didn't even ask about their trauma history and noted it only if they voluntarily mentioned it as a presented problem. Indeed, even more disturbing to me as a USN Veteran, I didn't even ask about military service. I had a lot to learn and yet I thought I already knew a lot. How haughty and over-confident I was! Personally, what became quite surprising to me was that I didn't even know my own trauma history. For example, it was only after several years of working with trauma that I realized I too had had a traumatic experience; in fact, a prolonged one, during my childhood. Around grade 7 and 8 or so, I used to ride my bike several miles to town to go to the dentist and afterwards ride home. I loved the freedom of riding on my own. What I didn't remember and "chose" to forget, though, was what happened in between the bike ride to and fro. I would remain frozen in the dentist chair, mouth opened as wide as possible (as instructed), listening to the ugly buzzing sound of the dentist's drill. I was frozen in fear. I was waiting for the shock of pain I had come to know would follow with the drilling of the cavity. No, there was no novacane, no numbing, no anesthesia. I would have no idea that any such aid was available until my military service. Then, suddenly and painfully, it came. I had been waiting for the dentist to hit the nerve, because then I knew the tooth would be filled and the drilling would end, at least for that day. It was a traumatic experience, one that perhaps most would also "choose to forget" to avoid facing the ugly reality of what was. I've come to wonder about my dentist. Why didn't he use or at least offer anesthesia? Was it preference not to use it? The perverted side of me, the skeptic and cynic, questions if it might have been more ugly, perhaps sadistic. Regardless, it was trauma. It affected me and, amazingly, helped me. When I use this example with clients as being "someone" who experienced trauma "normally," this often facilitates our therapeutic work. And, no, I'm not afraid of the dentist today. Yes, perhaps there is some residual, anticipatory anxiety, but, with novacane, I actually view my trips to the dentist, while not loved, as opportunities to rest my body after a busy day of clinical work, rest my head. Trauma may lead to transformation and, in this case it did for me. As I discovered personally, it takes self-awareness, knowledge, understanding, will, and action to change.