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Carolyn Spring
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Author and Charity CEO: dissociative identity disorder, trauma and abuse
Author and Charity CEO: dissociative identity disorder, trauma and abuse

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I eventually learned that the trauma would only be processed and metabolised if at least to some extent I was able to own it as mine, rather than disowning it into the various traumatised parts of me. http://ow.ly/dA6H30cM2Tz
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Healing doesn't come through denial or avoidance. It doesn't come through wearing a brave smile and pretending that nothing happened. Healing doesn't come through perpetuating the lies of the abuser. Healing comes through embracing the truth. http://ow.ly/TrWt30cM2Tr
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Grooming turns things upside down, inside out. Abusers pass along the shame to the victims, in order to keep them silent. The victims take the shame; the abusers feel no shame. http://ow.ly/orGV30cM2Tp
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For many of us, the experience of trauma has been such a lonely one, so isolating, that the biggest shift for us is when someone is just present, and promises to remain present, while we work things through. The presence of another human being is transformative. http://ow.ly/6RDK30cM2To
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Flashbacks won't kill you. They are your mind trying to heal. http://ow.ly/X6Jy30cM2Tn
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Flashbacks take us from the 'here-and-now' to the 'there-and-then'. They turn off our front brain and activate our back brain. They make us feel disconnected from our bodies, while our bodies are gearing up to respond to threat. http://ow.ly/q9FF30cM2Tm
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Faith is an inchoate reaching out for what isn't, and willing it, believing it, to be. Faith is being certain of what we cannot see. Faith is saying that there will be a beautiful sunset, even though it's not yet dawn. http://ow.ly/ZE0730cM2Tg
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Dissociative parts of the personality' grabbed the headlines, but my inability to set boundaries was the silent assassin destroying me from the inside. The powerlessness of trauma had left me without a sense of autonomy. For too long I had mindlessly enacted the relational templates of my upbringing, unable to choose when to say yes and when to say no, and enmeshed in a destructive morass of compulsive care-giving alongside chronic self-neglect. I said yes to everyone else, and no to myself. Other people mattered; I did not. And so, breakdown. 'Boundaries'. http://ow.ly/X69M30cM2Tf
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