How EMDR Therapy Helped Me to Reclaim My Life by an ICM Team Member

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I was sitting in front of a client one afternoon as she talked to me about the rape she had experienced a few months ago.  As the tears streamed down her face, I began to feel my hands shake, not that she could see, but enough that I definitely noticed.  She continued in details of what happened and I remember floating to the top of the room.  As she cried, I could only observe her and watch without feeling as I had left my body and floated above myself.  I could see my clipboard, writing nothing, see the steaming coffee beside me, hear her sobs and comments; what I could not do was feel anything…until I came back inside myself.  The session was concluding and I was able to offer some superficial comfort as I escorted her to the door.  When I closed the door behind her, I could see the bathroom door as I opened it.  I saw my best friend standing there with another male friend of ours as they had this coy look on their faces.  I recall thinking I was in trouble but did not seem able to react until they began to pull me along, down the hall, and into the bedroom.  Once I was thrown to the bed and my clothes were being torn off, I could feel the tears on my cheeks, just like my clients.  I slowly started to float above this scene and watched in horror.  When I noticed I was still in my office and I was staring at the door, I came back to the present awareness, went to my desk chair and wept.  I knew it was time to reach out for help.  I could not control these memories, these feelings any longer. 

​I reached out to a colleague who was an EMDR therapist.  She agreed to see me to help with anxiety issues I was having from work.  My agenda was to be able to trust her enough to share this secret and work through it, but I remember being terrified to talk about it.  The longer I met with her, however, the more comfortable I became and it did not take too long before I was able to tell her about the experience.  That was hard enough, but as I sat in her office, I wondered how I would ever be able to release all the pain of the rape.  How do you even begin to talk about this?  How do you let go of this?  How can you possibly ever trust again?  Be whole again? She was very patient with me and, as I could, I began to share what happened with her.  I was able to ask some of the questions I had been thinking and she began to tell me what she thought would help.

She introduced to me a procedure known as EMDR therapy.  She explained that EMDR works to help resolve traumas and she talked about what we would actually “do” while in sessions.  She said I would watch a light bar, following the light with my eyes, and this would begin to let these emotions process in my brain.  I thought it was weird and probably would not work, but desperate for healing, I agreed to try.  We talked about some of the negative beliefs I had about myself as a result of the sexual assault and how it had altered the way I see myself.  I would have flashbacks and nightmares often and we talked about these as well.  We took things slowly, as I could not handle too much at a time.  She knew that and while pushing me somewhat, she also respected the boundaries, the lines I could not yet cross.

During the sessions, I watched the light bar and also wore headphones, which sounded a rotating “beep” back and forth in unison with the light.  With both these forms of bilateral stimulation being conducted, I would picture things in my mind, feel what was going on in my body, and notice what memories or thoughts would come.  Often a lot of emotion came out, sometimes I was not sure about what.  This was all part of the process.  We would target in on a belief due to a situation and then would let me “process” that, meaning I would watch the light, listen to the beeps and notice what happened in my body and mind.  It only took a few times to realize something was happening with this process.  I was beginning to deal with my past.

We continued to use this therapy to help process other areas of my life as well.  Some of the other situations involved other sexual traumas I had not recalled with this great a detail.  Although I was having these memories surface, I felt safe knowing we were working through this together.

I cannot say I enjoyed the therapy and remember many times leaving her office emotionally drained; yet I knew I was healing slowly.  I recall one of the scariest times of the processing was when she had me hold the picture I was seeing of the rape in my mind and watch the light to begin to process this.  Immediately I began to feel anxious as I pictured the scene.  Although there was fear, what I realized was I was having these feelings anyway, but it was different this time.  I could begin to feel myself releasing some of the pain through this process.  I could feel some of the anxiety go from inside my soul.  I was tearful as I followed this light and at times would sob.  What was important to me, however, was that these images were beginning to change.  I was able to see the incidents and not float away; I could stay inside myself and feel what I had pushed down for the first time in years.  I was allowing myself to heal.  Through the pain of the trauma, I was being led down a safe avenue to process this with the care and safety of my therapist right there, guiding me.  I did not have to be alone in these memories anymore.

Sharing the story of the rape was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.  To let someone else in to see my pain, shame, embarrassment, anger, and vulnerability was like an ache I had never before felt.  But as my therapist always said, in order for true healing to happen, someone has to witness your grief.  Until we can share that pain with another person, we will never truly be free of it.  This made all the sense in the world to me as I had carried that grief around for years.  Being free of it used to just be an unobtainable thought, but now through EMDR therapy, I could see real hope.

As I mentioned previously, I also began to recall with more memories and details a few other incidents that occurred in my childhood.   Had I not been doing the bilateral stimulation that EMDR utilizes, I do not think I would have been able to recall some of the specifics that made all the pieces come together.  I was able to remember what happened to me in that day care, in that school office and in that neighbor’s home.  I was also able to share these experiences with my therapist and we worked through these as well.  When I say working through it, it does not mean just forgetting and moving on.  With EMDR, I was able to feel the emotions I had pushed down in regards to these events and begin to let the emotions go.  It was as if all the years of pain came up and passed through me again.  However, in order to be able to truly integrate this as part of me, this had to occur.  I never knew what “processing it” meant until I discovered the EMDR journey.  It was like a lifesaver to me.  I was able to be free of the pain, not just pushing it away.  I could recall the memories, but allow them to stay in the past where they belonged.  I did not have to let them hurt me anymore in my present life.   I could be free.

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