tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post1257953095112128573..comments2024-02-11T18:16:53.445-08:00Comments on Janov's Reflections on the Human Condition: The Simple Truth is Revolutionary: Womblife and the Rest of Your LifeArthur Janovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709863014923629409noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-10561051025025926692012-02-12T23:34:55.340-08:002012-02-12T23:34:55.340-08:00An email comment:
"Hi Art,
Spontaneous feeli...An email comment:<br /><i>"Hi Art,<br /><br />Spontaneous feelings. A real life authentic Primal story.<br /><br />53-60 years ago, before I developed epilepsy, and lived in a beautiful park that belonged to an agricultural university, there was a girl, Eva, who I liked and respected very much. I have earlier written about how she made lasting impacts on my life. The first memory which turned out very positive (giving me a lifelong subjective well being), was how Eva told me, at age 17, that I had a psychological ability. The other memory which turned into a neurosis was caused by my interpretation of a comment from Eva, regarding how I had mismatched the color of my shoes to my dress. Add to that the fact that, before I moved to Denmark, Eva sent me a photo of herself, dedicated to “the love of her teens”, which I have guarded until this day in my Pandoras’s Box.<br /><br />A few months ago, through my sister in Sweden, I got contact with Eva and we have since maintained an extensive correspondence by e-mail. However, after my suggestion to developing our relationship to include calls via Skype, yesterday, we finally got it all together and for the first time in 53 years, there she was, Eva, the girl from my youth. I, made a trip back in time, became 17 years and went on as if we had met last week... Eva was more moved and could not believe how this was now possible... (she spent her life as an award-winning university lecturer in Physical Chemistry). When we thought we’d talked for 10-15 minutes, so had, in reality 70 minutes gone according to Skype’s timing.<br /><br />An infinite number of memories, which certainly had not expected to be activated any more time, must, head over heals, leave their hiding places. To slow down after the call, I spent a couple of hours reading “The significance of a revolution in genetics and molecular biology”. Then I went to bed, pleasantly relaxed, and fell asleep quickly. After a couple of hours, I woke up in the middle a dream about having a hallucination / feeling of releasing “locked-in-tensions”. Being awake nothing happened first, but after a short while, I knew that a seizure was on the verge to happen. However, no aura, no confusion just a deep experience telling me that these were the ruins, the remains of a former grand mal seizure. <br /><br />The muscles around my cranium pulled themselves together, contracted, and to avoid biting my tongue; I pressed my jaws together with both my hands. The cramp developed painfully but nicely around and into my skull, and I stopped breathing. When a few minutes had passed, it was as highly concentrated air wheezed out of my nose, mouth, eyes and ears (followed by a very short and heavy hyperventilation) and then the contracted muscles relaxed. I was left with a convincing sense, which I’ve had before, that I, during the birth process, was exposed to oxygen treatment.<br /> <br />I went quickly out of bed. In the mirror, I could see that I was OK, and I was feeling great.<br /></i>"Arthur Janovhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18009571728800026496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-10832309107007242932012-01-06T00:32:47.577-08:002012-01-06T00:32:47.577-08:00Until 2007 I used to cycle everywhere. I was this ...Until 2007 I used to cycle everywhere. I was this person who was doing something all the time. Because of a breakdown in 2005 and my re-traumatisation by an idiotic GP I was not very aware of my surroundings and wrapped up in much anger so got knocked off my bike twice and broke both collarbones. This caused me to walk to work which is a very pleasant one along the Thames for about 3 miles each way. This gave me time to think and be with myself so to speak. Thus I would argue that in some ways I am a reformed "doer". However I also found doing a job of work difficult so this perhaps backs up my view that I was a confused attachment. I now beleive I was sexually abused by my Father from a very early age (confirmed by things my Mother said to me as well as much evidence) and I began wetting the bed in my teens. The American Academy of Pediatrics state that 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 6 boys have been sexually abused by the time they are 18. Bed wetting is a classic result of sexual abuse and also of controlling domineering Parents in younger children. I totally get the fact that our womb life will have a huge effect on our later life. So does sexual abuse. <br /><br />I am sure part of my anxiety is to do with my time in the womb and also to do with great terror as a small child at the hands of a physcotic/Hysterical Mother (who may well have sexually abused me too) and a sexually abusing Father. I had no-one to turn too. The world was always frightening. <br /><br />My sister since having her children has become a hysteric (I gather this is another word for PTSD) and her oldest Daughter is still wearing night nappies at 11 with her Mother saying she will grow out of it. My sister is a dreadfully bullying Mother who screams at her children (probably beat them badly when they were younger) and then expects them to love her.<br /><br />If someone has for very real survival needs forgotten via Amnesia that they have been physically/sexually abused by important authority figures then is not some anxiety also non contextual fear. My experience is that it is because my anxiety levels have dropped dramatically since I worked out what my life was actually like. I could put some of that terror into context. I am sure that the kinds of families where sexual abuse is rife are also the kinds of families with anxious Mothers who pass this on in the womb. PTSD and trauma is cumulative I understand.planespotterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05315637682741508786noreply@blogger.com