Remember? We became a nation of somnambulists. In shock, we watched the news for clues. We called family and friends to find out if one of ours was among the dead. Why them and not us? The fear and helplessness engulfed us. Numb, we demanded blame and blood: Who can we shame? Some of us turned to the 'Just-World Hypothesis', targeting groups and making lines between “us” and “them.” Our collective anger served as a crumbling bulwark against the chaos.
Remember what we were doing after learning about the June 12th massacre at The Pulse?
Remember? We became a nation of somnambulists. In shock, we watched the news for clues. We called family and friends to find out if one of ours was among the dead. Why them and not us? The fear and helplessness engulfed us. Numb, we demanded blame and blood: Who can we shame? Some of us turned to the 'Just-World Hypothesis', targeting groups and making lines between “us” and “them.” Our collective anger served as a crumbling bulwark against the chaos.
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We sit in a close knit circle, the lights dim yet bright enough to read by. We listen to a version of the fool's journey and it is hard to believe that we are nearing the end of our own journey as a collective. Tonight we will feast on words we've written, reading from a book of potery that we've created individually and as a group.
In his book, Healing the Shame that Binds You, late therapist John Bradshaw includes a parable about a prisoner. The original story is good, but I'm going to give it my own spin: Once upon a time, a prisoner of war is dumped in an underground cave. Given enough rations of food and water to last three weeks, he is told there is an escape if he can find it. The dark is thick, the cave dank. Yet, he discerns a pinprick of light above. With his hands, he finds good-sized rocks around him and realizes he can mix water rations with mud to cement the rocks. Not wasting a minute, he devotes all his waking hours to building a mud and stone ladder. The work is hard, but our prisoner is plucky. He knows his goal and works tirelessly to obtain it, the light inching closer day by day. Water is running out, but this only makes him work harder. Soon it is time to make his escape. Full of determination, despite weakness and dehydration, he climbs. He can see the exit! He foists himself up along the edge of the cave but his muscles are jelly. Not to be deterred, he pulls himself up, loses his grip, and falls. He dies from dehydration and wounds incurred by the fall. Days later rescuers are incredulous when they find him. Only two feet from the prisoner's body is a tunnel that would have taken him out of the cave to freedom. The escape was close to him all the time—in the darkness. Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), popularized through films like Rachel Getting Married (2008) and Welcome to Me (2014), is a diagnosis many patient's fear because of the overwhelming stigma associated with it. A telltale sign of BPD is a person's erratic and unstable relationships, caused by outsized reactivity when feeling threatened and/or rejected. |
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