ImageOne aspect of my life that keeps me going is the fact that I never know what I’m going to do next!  Or, rather, I never can be entirely certain if I have it together.  By that, I mean–Am I all here??

As you know if you have been following my blog, I am on the downward slope of treatment for Complex PTSD and for the accompanying DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder, once known as MPD), the fragmentation of my personality.  This happens to people who have been abused as small children, for scientists know now that the personalities of infants and small children are fragmented; their ego states have not yet come together to form the adult personality.  That “coming together” happens, generally, when a person is in his or her twenties, according to modern brain research.  For me, this information shines a new light on the expression, “I’ve got myself together” or “I’ve got my act together.”  Before I began having the flashbacks and PTSD symptoms that led me to seek help, I thought I had my act together.  Now I know better, for I’m still healing, still bringing my ego states together.  For more on this, see  Also, if you want to know more about my personal experience with ego state therapy, please see my Google blog,, and click on the topic in the list of topics on that site.

So here I am, now, living in Chehalis, Washington, after relocating from Portland, Oregon, in December.  If you have read my previous post, you know about that.  You know, too, why I’m here–I want to help the people in the this community who are trying to help the victims of abuse and domestic violence.  The agencies involved in this work here need all the support they can get–financially and in any other way!  The situation here regarding batterers and abusers and their victims has not changed much since I turned my husband in for child abuse in 1981.  I was shocked to learn that, but now I am more determined than ever to help where I can.  Now that I have said that, I can also say that returning to this area is helping me, too, as I heal and continue to unite my ego states.  Wild and wonderful things have been happening within me!

You may remember that I chose to work with my ego states in an imaginary equestrienne arena.  All my ego states live there and interact, and the arena is where the action has been–all 1,450 pages of it.  I chose to work with my ego states outside the therapy sessions and then read each installment to my therapist so she could witness progress.  In the process of doing this, I have alleviated my PTSD symptoms and have also quieted the battle that has gone on inside me since I was a child.  From the time I was a little girl, I felt that a war was taking place inside me.  I could feel it and hear it!  My ego states, as I know now, were fragmented, split off from one another, unable to communicate, and I seldom experienced inner peace.  Now, I do.  For the most part, my ego states are now closer to one another and working in harmony for my well-being.  I have worked long and hard over a thirty-year span–but especially in the past four years when I have had competent help–to bring about this state of inner peace and harmony. The struggle has been worth the effort–more worthwhile than words can tell!

So now I’m here in Chehalis, trying to help support the work done for victims of abuse.  And now a stranger has entered my arena, a new part has arrived upon the scene, a part that I thought was completely dead.  I’m talking about my sexuality!  Here I am, age 75, and I’m becoming aware of my sexuality!  How peculiar is that??

Yes, I was violently sexually abused multiple times as a child by various people, none of whom were my parents, and I told nobody when the events happened.  Thus, I received no help to process the assaults.  The memories and the trauma energy stayed in my right brain and were compounded, intensified during my twenty-year marriage to a man who, during the last few years of my marriage, took pleasure from performing sadistic acts upon me and laughing at my screams.  In the years before those last years, he simply used me to “do his thing.”  I let myself be used because I didn’t want to be the object of his temper if I said “no.”  So my history of being a sexual human being is not a happy history.  “Sex” has been a negative word my entire life.  I never enjoyed participating in the sex act, and over the years, I have relegated that part of me to the garbage bin, the dustbin.  I’ve considered myself to be “asexual,” a woman with a missing part, in other words. 

But just last week, I began to believe that the sexual part of me has begun to find her voice and, like the potted crocuses and iris I bought a few days ago, has begun to grow and show promise of bearing gorgeous blooms.  Maybe nobody outside myself will ever see or know those blooms, but I will, and that’s what counts.  So what, I ask myself, has brought this on? 

As part of the fundraising effort to support the agency that works with victims of abuse, a community group is giving a performance of a play titled “The Vagina Monologues” written by Eve Ensler.  The purpose of this piece is to raise people’s awareness of violence against women and children and to help women understand that their bodies are not any more “hush hush” than a man’s body.  In other words, once a “secret” is busted, it’s not a secret anymore.  People talk about it.  Women can say “no,” just as a man can, and women can tell somebody if they are assaulted and victimized.  Being raped or molested does not throw the spotlight of shame onto the victim; it puts the spotlight where it should be–on the victimizer!  Well, those are my takes on the play.  Younger women may see this differently. 

After I spoke to a domestic violence support group last week, the Executive Director asked me if I would like to participate in this year’s production of “The Vagina Monologues.”  Astonished at myself, I said “Yes”!  I did that!  I said “Yes”!  I couldn’t believe myself, but I agreed.  And here I am, an old lady who to this point could scarcely utter the word “vagina” let alone consider participating in a play about vaginas. 

When I arrived home after speaking, I booted up my computer and read the Wickipedia report on the play.  After reading that, I wasn’t sure I really wanted to participate because it struck me that the monologues would be likely to trigger people if they had past bad experiences that they had not processed.  Then I read a few versions of the script.  And I thought about the whole matter.  I was born in 1939, and this is now 2014.  Young people in this generation do not perceive sexuality and sexual matters the way I do.  I decided to attend the first rehearsal for the play and see how the participants perceived the monologue contents.  I did that, and afterwards I felt comfortable with my decision.  I’ll do it!  I have been assigned the “old lady” part, the one titled “The Flood.”  I have not had the experiences described in this monologue, but I can relate to the woman whose story it is.  It’s sad, very sad, and I can relate to “sad.”  That’s easy!  “Sad” has definitely been part of my life experience!

So now a new part is entering the arena of my ego states.  She is not well-defined yet, and she has not met my other ego states, but she will.  I sense that she will be greeted with open arms and relief, relief because she has found her way home.  Relief because she, like the vibrant green and red rhubarb plant that I found castoff and thriving on a pile of chicken manure long ago, has endured the neglect and has flourished.  Is flourishing!  Soon she will introduce herself to all the ego states at the arena.  More on this later!  In the meantime, here is an ancient Scottish prayer for peace within your heart .  .  .

                Deep peace of the running wave to you.
                Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
                Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
                Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
                Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.

Adapted from – ancient gaelic runes