Just finished this book by Annette McGivney. I ran across it because of a review in the Boatman's Quarterly, and got it from the local library. It tells three parallel stories which all intersect: that of a young Japanese woman who was murdered, a young Havasupai man who killed her, and the author's story. What brings the three stories together, aside from the murder, is a history of trauma. Annette gives a rich and sympathetic review of the horrific history of indigenous tribes in the US and lands at the end on generational trauma which impacts the modern culture of all of our tribes. She is respectful of Japanese culture and the drivers that brought the young woman into contact with the landscapes and people's of North America. And she is honest in telling her own tale, superficially at first then deeper as her memories return of her own childhood abuse. This is a worthwhile read for all those who enjoy broad cultural perspectives and those wishing to grasp the origins of violence in our culture today, and specifically that of the tribes.
I am just back from a lovely day on the river, though I was somewhat psychological about it. We paddled "the Farmlands" a class IV section of the White Salmon River in Washington. The last time I was there I had a bad experience--I nearly drowned. The time before that was even worse--somebody died. These events have had a definite impact on my enthusiasm and confidence. I have avoided the place. I'm trying to get over my phobia but I am done running this section for this year. I am not motivated to go there again at low water. The smell of cattle is unappealing. It really does go through farmland.
It's a narrow little stream in a basalt gorge pretty much the whole way. Sometimes, like at Chris' place, the cliffs are 70 feet above the water. Other places, like at Sidewinder, they're more like 5-15 feet high.
I was ready to take out at someone's property but decided to continue downstream and ended up having some fun. I stopped dropping into my fear posture so fast and reminding myself to sit up and open my heart.
I did hurt myself. I dropped the end of my boat on my own foot but it was not broken. And my right shoulder is tweaked again. These are the complaints of a kayaker who doesn't have anything better to complain about. I could complain about my job but it's not that bad. I could complain about W but he's gone for 4 days. I am happy to be at home alone where I can eat an apple, cheese and crackers for dinner if I want to.
The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body, and although we can repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated, and conceptions confused, and our body tricked with medication. But someday our body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child, who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth.
Becca Zacchari on Treatment Outcomes of Alternative Therapies OHSU Psychiatry grand rounds 10.18.16 Her interest: Trauma and substance abuse Conventional and alternative treatment is merging-->integrative health ( My notes...Collapse )
We are all, to some extent, crazy. If you come to know any human being well enough, you eventually gain access to the basement where the traumas and wounds and deprivations are stored; rummage in there for a while, and you begin to understand the neuroses and fixations that shape his or her personality. The successful, reasonably happy people I've known are nuts in a way that works for them. Those who struggle and suffer fail to turn their preoccupations to some meaningful use. Next week, the American Psychiatric Association release the latest version of its bible of mental illnesses, the DSM-5, which catalogs about 300 categories of crazy. Critics of all kinds have lined up to assail this dictionary of disorders as subjective and lacking in scientific validity--assembled primarily to justify the prescribing of pills of dubious value.
About 50 percent of the population, the APA admits, will have one of its listed disorders at some point in their lives. Shy, like Emily Dickinson? You have "avoidant personality disorder." Obsessed with abstractions and numbers? You have "autistic spectrum disorder," like Isaac Newton. Suffer form "narcissistic personality disorder," with some hypersexuality thrown in? You must be a politician. To be skeptical of these neat categories isn't to deny that minds get broken, stuck, or lost, and need help finding their way out of misery. But psychotherapy remains an art, not a science; there is no bright line between nuts or not. If you're an old lady who lives amid piles of newspapers and personal treasures, you have "hoarding disorder." If you're a CEO who exploits sweatshop labor to pile up countless billions, you're on the cover of Forbes.
--William Faulk (editor-in-chief) in The Week, May 24, 2013 issue.
Awaken the mother mind within every one of you human beings... We must feel what is going on in the world. It is said by the Zulu people that women think with their pelvic area, where children grow and are born...we must think that way. We must awaken the mother mind in us. --Credo Mutwa ( notesCollapse )
This is a new finding. The earlier in life that the traumatic insult occurs, the greater the effect. The brain develops differently as a result, and there is a great chance of comorbidities. SOURCE: http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/749564?src=mpnews&spon=12
Also interesting, the mortality gap between normal people and those with mental illness is getting larger. All current mental health efforts are not yet improving the odds of survival for those with bipolar and shizophrenia. SOURCE: http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/749687?src=mpnews&spon=12
the US rate is 10-15% and climbing maybe it's not the fighting that's making everyone jumpy the article suggests that the use of alcohol in bonding and stress relief of servicemen may be causal
I felt some loneliness the first week I was here. But now, no. I have enough acquaintances to not feel lonely. The landlady, Marie, speaks English and her bf is American. And her niece, Emma, also…
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