Latest from Chapter 3 of
"Don’t Try This at Home-The Silent Epidemic of Attachment Disorder - How I accidentally regressed myself back to infancy and healed it all" at AttachmentDisorderHealing.com/book/
I'm having a wonderful Thanksgiving this year - I hope you do too ! - thanks to all the healing on ACEsConnection and related trauma-resilience programs. But back then...
“Once again” I thought, “Fall 2008 surely was the end of my world. Surely it could get no worse than this.” So ended “Isolation Row,” my last post three weeks ago from my book. Little did I know that 2008 could, and did, get a whole lot worse...
By September 2008 I couldn’t take any more isolation row as prescribed by my first two therapists or I’d have bonked one. And back in the real world the bills were mounting.
Wrestling my demons to the bathroom floor, I forced myself to write a three-page memo to a company in San Diego, offering to market their power plants in Asia. I e-mailed it to the Vice President, left a message, and nearly passed out when two hours later he returned my call. He said the memo was “brilliant,” and two days later I was in his office. Negotiations with his staff, however, dragged on for months as they did not have his vision, to put it mildly. They wanted to await the November 2008 election as they worried the new Administration wouldn’t support nuclear energy (it didn’t). They worried the banking collapse meant there would be no financier appetite for new ventures (there wasn’t).
Meanwhile my friends at the South Korean central bank were calling in a tizzy (wouldn’t you), worried the U.S. financial system melt down would take them with it. They had a Seoul government rep in Los Angeles take me to dinner. He asked me to write a white paper for South Korea to take to a world financial summit next spring on how to prevent the meltdown of the global foreign exchanges. No pressure, of course, just in my spare time. This minor project didn’t resolve neatly or quickly either.
At least all this pushed therapy with its “Inner Child” poppycock off my agenda during September-October 2008, easy to do because all that failed therapy only made my emotional pain worse.
And now for Mom
Then back on the East Coast there began a train of events which pushed me, my crisis, and any emotional needs for help (not being met by failed therapy anyway) well and truly off the agenda. Actually more like buried my stuff under a very large landslide: Mom.
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