The Suffering Beneath the Smile: Self-Harm (Trigger Warning!)

ImageIf you look at my “Where to Find Help” section you may notice something. The help category is largely for self-injury. There’s a reason for that. My daughter is a recovering self-injurer. It evolved the way it does with so many…at the onset of adolescence, in a flurry of confusing emotions, and in total secrecy. It became a full blown addiction. For those who don’t understand I’ll explain it in it’s simplest form. There is a trigger or series of triggers in the environment (an argument with mom, being left out of a friend group, hating your body, academic pressure, etc.) and an overwhelming amount of intense feelings like anger, sadness, and desperation, then an urge to “purge” the feelings, physically, to cut yourself. And a strange thing happens, instead of pain she feels a sense of relief and calmness. And it happens again, and again, and again. Until there is no room left on her arm. So she moves to her inner thighs (which she hates anyway). And then her lower back, or her breasts, or her ankles. And she is ashamed but she cannot stop. And her body becomes the canvas that holds her deepest pain and secrets. On the outside? Nothing is wrong. She’s a star on the track team. She’s getting A’s and B’s in school. She has lots of friends. She’s smiling; laughing even. But on the inside she’s a total mess. And so was I.

Even being a trained therapist I wasn’t prepared for this. It was 8 years ago and I had heard of self-injury but had no experience with treating it, I barely knew what it was, and certainly I had no idea how to deal with it when it was my own daughter. I muddled though. Desperate for answers. Making mistakes. Obsessively researching it it hopes of making it stop. It was quite a terrifying experience at the time. I learned a lot. Knowing what I know now, I wish I had had someone to talk to about it, to explain it to me. But I didn’t. And the internet was my only teacher. 

Fast forward 8 years and I’m a self-declared expert now. I’m even giving conference presentations on the topic. And my daughter, she’s in recovery, making growth, and finding her way as a young woman. We couldn’t be closer. But for anyone going though this, please know, your not alone. The prevalence is staggering. Approximately 15% of teens report self-harming without suicidal intent. There is information out there. Please see my “Where to Get Help” section to get you started. Feel free to message me.

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Are you getting good therapy?

Are you getting good therapy?

When I was a teen, around 13 or 14 years old, my best friend was going to therapy. She was struggling with some things and had been going for a few years. Oh how I envied her! I was going through things too! And she had gained such self-confidence and a level of inner strength I admired. But I never brought it up with my parents and they never brought it up to me. The idea was too scary.

It never occurred to me at that time, that there are good therapists and not so good therapists. I guess I assumed all therapy was good, helpful. So I encourage you to hop over to the goodtherapy blog and read 50 Signs of Good Therapy. It’s a great guide.

My friend’s therapy seemed helpful to her. She had no idea that I was also getting “good therapy” by learning things from our occasional talks about her therapy.  One of those things was life changing for me. Do you hear me? Life. Changing.

What I learned was this: All feelings are okay.

Yup, that’s it. All feelings are valid. There were no bad feelings and I was allowed to have any feeling I had. They belonged to me and they weren’t right or wrong, they just were. I was allowed to be mad. I was allowed to feel sad. No one could tell me I shouldn’t feel that way. (Although I felt I often was). So, I took this little revelation and internalized it. I no longer felt shame for feeling the way I did. I no longer got angry for being told how not to feel. I actually owned my feelings. I felt validated. I felt better. I benefited from good therapy that didn’t even belong to me. How about that? Life. Changing.

Since entering the professional world, I’ve seen and heard about a lot of bad therapy. A lot. And the bottom line is, therapy has to feel good to you. It has to fit your needs. It should feel like it’s going somewhere. It should feel genuine. And if you don’t feel satisfied in your treatment, you have every right to change therapists. There are lots of therapists who offer good therapy. Read the guide and use the information to get the treatment and service you deserve.

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Good Therapy: Are You Getting It?

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When I was a teen, around 13 or 14 years old, my best friend was going to therapy. She was struggling with some things and had been going for a few years. Oh how I envied her! I was going through things too! And she had gained such self-confidence and a level of inner strength I admired. But I never brought it up with my parents and they never brought it up to me. The idea was too scary.

It never occurred to me at that time, that there are good therapists and not so good therapists. I guess I assumed all therapy was good, helpful. So I encourage you to hop over to the goodtherapy blog linked below and read 50 Signs of Good Therapy. It’s a great guide.

My friend’s therapy seemed helpful to her. She had no idea that I was also getting “good therapy” by learning things from our occasional talks about her therapy.  One of those things was life changing for me. Do you hear me? Life. Changing.

What I learned was this: All feelings are okay.

Yup, that’s it. All feelings are valid. There were no bad feelings and I was allowed to have any feeling I had. They belonged to me and they weren’t right or wrong, they just were. I was allowed to be mad. I was allowed to feel sad. No one could tell me I shouldn’t feel that way. (Although I felt I often was). So, I took this little revelation and internalized it. I no longer felt shame for feeling the way I did. I no longer got angry for being told how not to feel. I actually owned my feelings. I felt validated. I felt better. I benefited from good therapy that didn’t even belong to me. How about that? Life. Changing.

Since entering the professional world, I’ve seen and heard about a lot of bad therapy. A lot. And the bottom line is, therapy has to feel good to you. It has to fit your needs. It should feel like it’s going somewhere. It should feel genuine. And if you don’t feel satisfied in your treatment, you have every right to change therapists. There are lots of therapists who offer good therapy. Read this guide and use the information to get the treatment and service you deserve.

http://www.goodtherapy.org/blog/50-signs-good-therapy-0110119/

 

This is Going to Hurt, but Only for a Minute: Why Change is Hard.

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Yep, that’s where the change got painful, right between those two sea shells. It all started with the thought I’ve been telling myself, for 12 years. “I hate that cornflower blue bathroom! One day, it’s comin’ down!” It was a truth only known to me, as others didn’t seem to be bothered by it. “I like it. It’s retro,” said every friend I have. “It’s old but it’s in perfect condition. Why would you change it?” But it was my truth, and I held it dearly, so a change was a ‘comin’. And that change began in the twilight of last night.

I went into the project with an optimism only a DIYer can have. Do you know it? Start with this wall tonight, then the other tomorrow. Then move on to the fun stuff…paint, fixtures, stuff! Haha, right! Sometimes change is kinda hard (that’s what I was expecting, kinda hard, like ripping off a bandage) and sometimes it’s WOAH!!!!-What-did-I-get-myself-in-to-hard!!

Do you see this?

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And this?

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Yep, that’s TWO INCHES of concrete followed by a wire mesh backer! Let the pain of that set in. Let regret, remorse and other “r” words flood your mind. Maybe the cornflower blue wasn’t so bad after all, I think to myself in a panic. Why didn’t I just have the tiles sprayed white? I asked myself. Am I even strong enough to continue this? I ask. But once one is in the throws of it, what can one do? After I searched the internet for how to remove this stuff, and after I whined to my boyfriend a little bit (okay, a lot!), I did what most people do and that is, get on with the change process.

And that got me to thinking again about the concept of change. All change is a process, and painful, even if you know the outcome will be good! Think about the change process of a new, higher paying job. A move to your ideal neighborhood. Turning in your Dodge Charger for a family minivan to accommodate your ever-expanding beautiful family (that one’s for my friend Ryan who cried at this change!). Some change we look forward to and some we don’t, but I believe all change is on the mental pain spectrum. Sometimes it even mimics the grief process. There’s denial and disbelief. There’s anger. There’s bargaining. There’s depression. And finally, acceptance. For some things, it’s a bandage, for others, it’s a tile wall followed by two layers of cement and a wire backing. I think you know which one this is.  🙂

What changes have been the hardest or easiest for you?

Choosing My Blog Name

After a brief but revealing internet search on choosing a blog name I realized that choosing the perfect name is serious business! Not serious like having gall bladder surgery or filing your taxes by April 15th (which I still have to do but will gladly wait until 11:59pm on April 15th thank you very much), but pretty serious.

Make is short. Make it catchy. Make it easy to find by subject. So. Many. Rules. *Sigh* Now don’t get me wrong, usually I love rules! Rules are the peanut butter to my jelly, the yin to my yang, the…well, you get it.

But none of the ideas I thought of expressed the overall feeling of this blog as well as this song that I was recently reacquainted with, by John Denver:

Yep. That’s it. Life’s struggles. Life’s victories. A common theme among people. All laid out in a song I heard on my parents record player when I was ten years old. Speaking of struggles, did you know this was originally a song written in 1976 by Dick Feller? Dick was having a stone type of year because this song failed to chart. John had a few diamonds thrown his way in 1981 with this song which reached number 36 on the Billboard Hot 100 and some other sweet successes that year.

If you’re not a country fan, please treat yourself to the Amos Lee tribute to John Denver version of the song. Also quite pleasing.

Yep, some days are indeed diamonds, and some days are stone.

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Let your diamonds outshine your stones.

 

 

The Starfish Story

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Have you heard the starfish story? It goes a little something like this:

A man was walking along the beach early one morning. Down the beach he saw a young person dashing back and forth into the surf. He smiled thinking the person was enjoying a game on this beautiful morning so he walked faster to catch up. As he got closer, he saw the young person carefully picking something out of the sand, running to the surf and very gently throwing it into the ocean. As he got closer he called out, “Hello! What are you doing?” The young person paused the game, looked up, and replied, “Throwing starfish in the ocean.” “The sun is up and the tide is going out, if I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.” “But don’t you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it?” “You can’t possibly make a difference!” After listening politely he bent down, picked up another starfish and gently threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves, and said, “It made a difference to that one.”

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Everyone Matters.

The Starfish Story

The Starfish Story Have you heard the starfish story? It goes a little something like this:

A man was walking along the beach early one morning. Down the beach he saw a young person dashing back and forth into the surf. He smiled thinking the person was enjoying a game on this beautiful morning so he walked faster to catch up. As he got closer, he saw the young person carefully picking something out of the sand, running to the surf and very gently throwing it into the ocean. As he got closer he called out, “Hello! What are you doing?” The young person paused the game, looked up, and replied, “Throwing starfish in the ocean.” “The sun is up and the tide is going out, if I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.” “But don’t you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it?” “You can’t possibly make a difference!” After listening politely he bent down, picked up another starfish and gently threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves, and said, “It made a difference to that one.”

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Everyone Matters.