Catherine said: "I'm scared, but the time is ripe." She wanted to take a next step in the processing of a deep wound from her youth. She had a memory that, as a fourteen-year old, the door of her bedroom was opened, and a dark shadow stood in the light that came through the door; then her memory went blank. The next day she had gone to school, and she knew that her life would never be the same. Something terrible had happened, but she wasn't aware what it had been.
As there was no other story to tell, and because I had worked with Catherine before, I could immediately give her the first sentence for the image of the dark shadow standing in the light of the doorway. After this sentence, she said: "I wish my mother had been there to protect me." I gave her the first and second Logosynthesis sentence for that wish, and she seemed to relax. However, when I gave her the third sentence "I retrieve all my energy, bound up in all my reactions to the fact that my mother didn't protect me", she was visibly overwhelmed by the pain of the memory.
She said, in tears: "I feel so alone." When I quietly asked her what made her feel so alone, she said that her mouth was 'occupied' and that she could not speak. To not interrupt the flow of the process and support her in this state of utter loneliness, I decided to say the sentences on her behalf, for what had been occupying her mouth. That brought an enormous relief, and it became clear what it was that occupied her mouth: She had been orally raped. Catherine said, angrily, but also relieved: "Such a damned pig!"
As there was no other story to tell, and because I had worked with Catherine before, I could immediately give her the first sentence for the image of the dark shadow standing in the light of the doorway. After this sentence, she said: "I wish my mother had been there to protect me." I gave her the first and second Logosynthesis sentence for that wish, and she seemed to relax. However, when I gave her the third sentence "I retrieve all my energy, bound up in all my reactions to the fact that my mother didn't protect me", she was visibly overwhelmed by the pain of the memory.
She said, in tears: "I feel so alone." When I quietly asked her what made her feel so alone, she said that her mouth was 'occupied' and that she could not speak. To not interrupt the flow of the process and support her in this state of utter loneliness, I decided to say the sentences on her behalf, for what had been occupying her mouth. That brought an enormous relief, and it became clear what it was that occupied her mouth: She had been orally raped. Catherine said, angrily, but also relieved: "Such a damned pig!"