My throat pain/spasms, had gotten so bad,that I was panicking.I tried everything, masagging my throat, cold and hot drinks food,even extra pain medication, but nothing helped,not even a little.So I went to by wonderful chronic pain sites, and desperate asked for help, ideas, or just let me know I was heard. The pain did not live me aline When Sara, came online I tried my hardest to not say anything about it to her.and for awhile, I didn’t. But Sara being Sara, knew something was wrong. Sara told them they could talk to her, that it was ok and that she believed them(I had such a thorn in my side when she would say this.) But nothing helped. After Sara signed off.Things only got worse… I had maybe an hours sleep, and I was switching like mad, Holly, was around, why I don’t know.
The next Morning I did something I never do. I called the therapist’s office to see if I could get in the same day. I knew, if I didn’t, I would not live through the day, because my throat had started again before my morning coffee.Luckily, she had an opening…But I had no idea, what was about to happen…
I was so desperate, By this point, I had to try anything..anything.
So this time when she asked me how did I want to use the time, I said would you be shocked if this time I had an answer?… I said this might go easier if you would do me a favor and give me a pen and paper, she did. Because by this point, it was difficult to talk. and so I told her of the night before. And she asked me, are you ready to entertain the idea, this all may be an insider trying to show you what happened? I don’t remember` my response. But so it began.
She asked me if If I knew any thing about this part,But I had been getting nothing at all. So she asked me if I could turn around and look inside and see who it was. I have never done this before, not ever, and to be honest I didn’t think I could do it or that I would see anything,But I did. I turned and saw a little girl, facing the corner. B asked me if I would be able to walk toward her? I couldn’t, told B there was something in my way, but didn’t see anything. Then be told the little girl she was safe there, and he was dead, That no one was going to hurt her. That it was ok to tell now what happened to her, the B would believe her. Silence. I told B that she could not talk. “Push the note pad where she can reach it..see ff she will write it down,,,nothing…”can you write down what happened..I promise what is said here, stays here…still nothing..can you use her hand to draw it?..its ok..its ok drawing isn’t talking…you can draw it…its ok.B says other things I don?t remember…and she starts to draw…. draw as a small child would. Drawing a man standing over her, putting his penis in her mouth…
after this..I could say nothing..I know B asked me if I saw what she drew,and asked me if I could look at what she drew And as B is handing me this…all I kept thinking was I really don’t want to see this, do this, but something I can’t explain, either because I was in the movement or just could not stop my self. But I looked at it.and said dads shouldn’t do that to their little girls, and he was an adult She, said (and other things I cant remember),don’t call her a liar. I can not tell you exactly the things going through my head, but I do know now I do not have the urge to break down, and be like oh no..or maybe I am, Be cause this is hard. B comes over to me, puts her hand on my shoulder..tells me “I told her to rest now, to nap, I told her we would protect her, can you be an all in this?” You know if you start doubting her, calling her a liar, all of it will come back, and you need to check on her through out the day.. all along I have not really said but a few words. After I left..all I wanted to do was take off, anything but not go home, stay in town there, but not go home. So called sister asked her do you need me home now..”no why, cause I feel like just staying up her, then how will you get home?..” she was write I had no way home other then the medical transport wheelchair van that brought me..so home I went…sigh.