Permission Slip

Trauma triggers are kinda like being in a live action video game. You trot along through buildings and streets, sometimes with peppy theme music playing in your head. Leaping over obstacles, mentally scoring points and winning prizes. Suddenly the trigger appears and it sends you frantically running backwards and erratically all over your inner game screen. And oftentimes no one can even see you in that frantic state. You look perfectly jolly and peppy to them. Well, I’m here to say I SEE YOU. And it’s ok. Run backwards and sideways all you need. Hit restart as much as you need. And I hope someday you get enough points to win the prize you want.

When I see an image of water on television, especially if filmed from underneath the surface, my throat closes, my heart races and a cold sweat starts almost immediately. I turn my head to the side  and wait for the image to be gone. Commercials, scenes in movies, everywhere. Like in “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure” after his bike was stolen and all he saw were people on bikes. Big bikes, little bikes, unicycles, training wheels, bicycles built for two. They were everywhere. And that’s what the summer months are like for me. I smile and nod at people telling me about the fun their kids had in the pool that day -as they buy their vodka for the night. I describe wine as perfect for poolside. I’m an outsider now to the wonderful world of water. I respect it and fear it.

I remember in the earlier years after Noah died, not even being able to walk over a little foot bridge at the park with a bubbling brook underneath it. It all created this intense inhale. Even as I write, I’m holding my breath. I remember in the early days, putting my face under the shower and seeing how long I could handle the barrage of water. Up my nose, in my mouth. I hate it. I recall taking a bath within the first few weeks after. The sound of the filling tub with no Noah to come running to it , stripping clothes as he ran. Just the tub and me. I remember putting my head under water, trying to see how it felt. I haven’t taken a bath since.

It’s ok to not frolic in water. It really is. I wish the reason was just that I didn’t want to get my hair wet or I’m allergic to chlorine. My reason is purely emotional. Valid? Yes. Because it’s mine. And whatever phobia, anxiety, or trigger you’re experiencing in this video game of our minds-well, that’s valid too. And ok. Ease the anxiety by being ok with not being ok. I give you permission.

5 thoughts on “Permission Slip

  1. Your words touch my heart, reach my emotions and paint the vision…Yet I can’t feel the feeling, I only, what seems, Try to imagine. I love you Erica…Keep writing and remind me again how it’s ok to run backwards. 😘


  2. Thank you for your words on trauma triggers – we all have them – and it is ok to not be ok. We need to understand that everyone has a past and we need to respect that past even if we are not really sure what it is.


  3. Trauma triggers are everywhere, sometimes they paralyze us, sometimes they go away quickly, but it’s ok to say that they exist, they happen and we’ll get through it however we need to. Love your writing.


  4. Reblogged this on atoptheferriswheel and commented:

    We all have something that triggers a panic or unpleasant feeling in us. It’s highly personal. And it’s valid. Even though others may tell you it isn’t, I give you permission to feel it. And do whatever you need to do to get through it. You don’t have to face every fear..


  5. Yes, surviving a trauma is extremely difficult. However your traumas don’t have to define you. Please know that there is evidence-based treatment available. You don’t have to live in your trauma. And remember that children learn what they live.

    Love and understanding to all ❤️

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