Friday, October 23, 2015

Introductory Sermon for the Men's Wellness Ministry at the First Unitarian Church of St. Louis: "Fostering Men's Wellness"

As noted in some recent posts on the MMWI Blog, as of last month I [Donald Jeffries] became a Consecrated Lay Minister and Chair of the Men's Wellness Ministry at the First Unitarian Church of St. Louis. On October 4, 2015 I gave my introductory sermon for the ministry. The following are the prominent parts of that service. Additionally, attached [at the conclusion] to this blog is an audio link to the sermon itself (though not the rest of the service).

Chalice Lighting Ceremony


"I invite Linda Fiehler forward  [Linda approaches] to light the chalice after I read these words from Sheldon Kopp:  
  

"Once we learn to accept that each of us has both masculine and feminine traits, we can relax both within ourselves and in our relationships with the opposite sex. For some of us, this acceptance is a very difficult core change. But at the end of the passage to acceptance of ourselves, our reward is personal freedom. What a relief to acknowledge that masculine men can be both tough and tender, and that feminine women can be both soft and strong."

As a symbol of our church and heritage, which empower us to become tough and tender, soft and strong, we light this chalice.

Special Dedication of the Men's Wellness Ministry Service

My beloved friend Shoshona Blankman died recently in Albuquerque. We first began our journey together 29 years ago. She was my therapist, guide and cheerleader, who inspired me to pursue men's emotional wellness. I would like to dedicate this service to her.

1st Reading: An except from Chapter 5, "Men's Liberation", in Richard Rohr's From Wild Man to Wise Man: Reflections on Male Spirituality

My very first assignment as a deacon was with the Acoma Native American tribe in New Mexico. Before I drove to visit them, the other Franciscans tried to prepare me for a culture shock by telling me how different these people are. They said that the Acomas are a matriarchal society in which the women are the real leaders of the tribe. It is the women who are strong, who make the decisions and who tell the men what to do. If I wanted to work with these people, I was advised, I would have to learn to work with the women.

Thus forewarned, I spent my initial time at the reservation just observing and listening, trying to learn the social patterns that prevailed among them. After a few weeks, however, it dawned on me that there wasn’t much difference between these people and the folks back home. The only thing different was that the Acoma were honest about the way their society works. The women have the real power and everyone admits it, whereas in white society everyone pretends that men are in charge and women are helpless. We men think we call the shots, but many of the day-to-day decisions that actually control our lives are made by women. Men’s power is largely economic, political and physical, and Jesus would question whether that is power at all, even though there are clear justice issues involved there, too.

An anecdote I read somewhere conveys this idea humorously but pointedly. When asked who makes the decisions in his family, a man replied that his wife makes all the little decisions and she lets him make all the big decisions. Pressed to clarify what he meant by that, he explained, “My wife decides what neighborhood we should live in, what schools are best for the children, how to budget our money, where we should go on vacation, who we socialize with, and things like that. But I decide the big issues, like whether we should trust the Russians, whether the government is doing a good job, and what we should do about the economy.” The story is both funny and sad because the man has obviously been hoodwinked into believing that those are the “big” decisions in his daily life.

Even on the job, most men do not have much power. If they are blue-collar workers, they do what they are told to do, which is usually the same thing over and over again every day. If they are supervisors or managers, there is always some boss higher up telling them what to do and what not to do. If they are salespeople, they are always trying to please their customers. Even if they are executives, most of their so-called decisions are determined by company protocols and policies, by boards of directors and by market forces beyond their control. Most men are paid for doing what someone else wants done. They do not really control their own lives. No wonder so many men become passive, and no wonder that so many men seem to be angry.

2nd Reading: "On Ambiguity", an excerpt from When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times by Pema Chödrän.

When things fall apart and we're on the verge of we know not what, the test for each of us is to stay on that brink and not concretize. The spiritual journey is not about heave and finally getting to a place that's really swell. In fact, that way of looking at things is what keeps us miserable. Thinking that we can find some lasting pleasure and avoid pain is what in Buddism is called 'samsara', a hopeless cycle that goes round and round endlessly and causes us to suffer greatly. The very first noble truth of the Buddha points out that suffering is inevitable for human beings as long as we believe that things last -- that we don't disintegrate, that they can be counted on to satisfy our hunger for security. From this point of view, the only time we ever know what's really going on is when the rug's been pulled out and we can't find anywhere to land. We use these situations either to wake ourselves up or to put ourselves to sleep. Right now -- in the very instant of groundlessness -- is the seed of taking care of those who need our care and of discovering our goodness.

Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pas the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don't really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It's just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.

When we think that something is going to bring us pleasure, we don't know what's really going to happen. When we think something is going to give us misery, we don't know. Letting there be room for not knowing is the most important thing of all. We try to do what we think is going to help. But we don't know. We never know if we're going to fall flat or sit up tall. When there's a big disappointment, we don't know if that's the end of the story. It may be just the beginning of a great adventure.

I read somewhere about a family who had only one son. They were very poor. This son was extremely precious to them, and the only thing that mattered to his family was that the bring them some financial support and prestige. The he was thrown from a horse and crippled. It seemed like the end of their lives. Two weeks after that, the army came into the village and took away all the healthy, strong men to fight in the war, and this young man was allowed to stay behind and take care of his family.

Life is like that. We don't know anything. We call something bad; we call it good. But really we just don't know.

Men's Wellness Ministry Sermon


Part I

American men are in a state of crisis. 

Look at any headline in the media of late, and the ‘bad behavior’ of males is front and center. They are blamed for violence toward women, violence toward each other, increasing crime statistics, out-of-control behavior, starting wars, destroying the environment, abusing workers. Alternately, their own problems ‘as men’ take a backseat to the issues of women. After 40 years of being told they can’t ‘measure up’ to the standards that females have set for them, men often feel like the ‘rules for relational success’ have so radically changed that they couldn’t achieve them, even if they tried (which many of them are trying to do in earnest).

Let’s look at some of the statistics about how males are acting inappropriately or even criminally, and compare those with what we don’t hear about the problems men face.

(1) The sexual assault statistics, concerning the rape of women, have risen precipitously in recent years, with male-against-female sexual assault being the primary issue.
>> while at the same time, the sexual assault of males, either by their parents or other males, has received far too little attention, including:
-- that the rape of male children is nearly equal to that of female children
-- that the rape of men in the military is actually greater than that of females (52-55% are rapes of 
males)
-- that the rape of men in prison is astronomical, and largely ignored and trivialized by our culture.

(2) There are constant reports in the media about the physical assaults of men on women, either in the form of muggings or domestic violence.
>> Yet men are attacked by other men at 4 times the rate that women are attacked by men.
>> And, in spite of the inaccurate statistics presented by the domestic violence movement, that men are responsible for 90% of domestic violence, the actual statistics from the Health and Human Services data are that males and females provoke domestic violence at equal rates, although 70% of the persons who end up in emergency rooms are females, due to the generally greater physical strength of males.

When I took the ‘Raven’ domestic violence advocate program several years ago, I distinctly pointed out this issue to the trainer. She readily acknowledged that I was accurate, but also said “the domestic violence movement quotes those statistics so that we will gain more funding”. In other words, they are showing males as being more “criminal” for grant-producing rationale.

(3) Males are often blamed for being emotionally and physically absentee fathers, for holding back from the display of nurturing feelings toward their partners or children, and for being far too harsh of disciplinarians.
>> Yet, in American society, we continue to raise male children with the expectation that they will be the primary breadwinners in the family (with mothers largely being expected to ‘raise’ the children), which often results, given the hours required to manifest a professional career, little time for being involved as fathers. Thankfully, this is changing, in that in 25% of the households the women are now the primary breadwinners — and they are now experiencing the ‘absentee mother’ syndrome, in reverse.
>> Further, in many families, the females often defer the enforcement of discipline to their male partners, preferring that they (the females) maintain their role as nurturers.

(4) Fathers, who feel increasingly attacked for displaying ‘classic male pride’, often drift off, turn to alcohol or drugs, and fail quite disastrously in their fatherhood role.

>> Fathers often have a difficult time maintaining warm emotional relations with their male children (this is changing, thank god, but only very gradually). The result, for many males in my generation, was poor relational outcomes. Samuel Osherson, in his book Finding Our Fathers: The Unfinished Business of Manhood quotes a study in which, of the 1000 men interviewed, large percentages of the men had experienced physical and/or sexual abuse or emotional disconnection in their relationships with their fathers. Only 15% of the men who were interviewed felt that they had been able to manifest mutually supportive and loving relationships with their fathers. 

As Bernie Zilbergeld, in his 1992 book The New Male Sexuality notes:

Boys must travel a more torturous route to consolidate their identities than do girls -- because boys must give up their first love, their mothers, and identify with a male -- but they have generally not been provided with loving and physically and emotionally present models. The lack of a loving, respectful relationship with their fathers is one of the greatest tragedies males suffer and in itself accounts for many of the problems men have relating to others and even themselves. Consider what it must be like to be a boy child and never know if your father loves or even like you, or worse, but quite common, to believe in your guts that he does not.

(5) Women in our culture, given greater access to and allowed greater expression of their emotional life, are also allowed to maintain a close emotional bond with their mothers. (We are all, in this culture, primarily raised by women, but females are encouraged to notice that they are the same sex as their caregivers, and to maintain a close bond, while males are encouraged to break that bond and become ‘independent’).

>> But writers like Jackson Pollack have shown that forcing young male children to ‘step away from their mothers’ -- even while their sisters are not forced into such a traumatic emotional split -- produces emotionally painful and traumatic outcomes for those boys, something that our culture continues to ignore or trivialize.

>> And the result for boys is that they have major problems with relationship skills, given that, unlike females, they have been taught that either painful or loving feelings are not appropriate to express. 

(6) Women have had, since the dawn of the latest Women’s Movement, greater expectations that men “openly display their emotions”, much the way their female friends do, and “get in touch with their deeper feelings”, as a standard by which to judge a man’s emotional adequacy.

>> And yet, for too long, the only emotion that men were allowed in our culture was anger. Tender feelings were put down as being ‘female emotions’ and men who expressed them were too often seen as ‘sissies’. 

>> Additionally, men who have the courage and forthrightness to show their angst openly, who cry, or display tender feelings, are just as often ‘put down’ as ‘being less than men’ by their female partners, who are just as confused by the socio-sexual changes as many males are. (See bell hooks, quotes from my favorite book.)

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Now, you might quite reasonably ask whether I’m saying that males are victims to the same degree as females, or if their oppression is synonymous to that of women.

And my response is this: The problem is that we are ALL raised in a patriarchal society. Clearly, in such a culture, males generally have greater advantages than women -- socially, economically, politically, etc. 

Yet to say that ‘males as a group’ have greater power than ‘females as a group’ does not equate to ALL males feeling powerful nor all women feeling powerless. There are greater differences among men or among women than there are between men and women.

To further quote Bernie Zilbergeld:

I am not trying to say that men suffer more or have it rougher than women. Both sexes suffer and pay enormous prices in today’s world.


What I am saying is that men, too, deserve understanding, sympathy, and support. Their lot is not the bowl of cherries we have been led to believe. Unfortunately, men don’t get much understanding because they have a hard time making a case for themselves, for expressing what is going on with them and how they feel about it. Which is exactly what we’d expect from people brought up the way we bring up our boys.”

Part II

So...

Let’s look at that very point -- “the way we bring up our boys”. And how we can address this issue in a manner than encourages the ‘nurturing men’s emotional wellness’.

We live in a culture that teaches males to be uncomfortable with their feelings. Young boys are often encouraged, by both fathers & mothers, to suppress their feelings of angst. 

Many people are aware of, or have engaged in, a conversation with their sons or other young males when, upon falling down and hurting themselves, those young boys have cried out in pain. And adults around them say “Be a man, don’t cry!” 

The trouble is that we say that hundreds of times to boys throughout their childhoods (and continue to express it to them in the adulthoods) — and I posit that what we are actually saying to males is “when you feel pain, ignore it”, “when you feel angst in your life, stuff the pain”. And that often results in males in our society not learning, in a proactive manner, the ‘language of feelings’ that young females are less likely to be stopped from acknowledging.

The major problem with this cultural demand is that men, like women, indeed do have feelings. We live in a culture that assumes that men are devoid of tender, nurturing feelings, that they are motivated solely by ‘logic’ and mental processes, that ‘feelings’ are a purview of females only. 

And I say to you: that image of maleness is destructive and abusive to males. It IS true that males in America are taught to be uncomfortable with their feelings (at least all feelings other than anger and bravado), but to say that men don’t have feelings is to ignore the human qualities that we all share. 

I’ve often thought of the scenario where I’m talking to a heterosexual couple and I say, to the husband “So, John, tell me how you feel about the issue we are discussing today.” And John says, in complete confidence, “Ask my wife how I feel.” Now, it could be that John is being patriarchal and assumes his wife has to speak for him. But what I would emphasize is that, more often than not, John really and truly doesn’t know what he ‘feels’ and is hoping his wife does. And, indeed, since women are better at and more comfortable with the expression of feelings, quite often she knows exactly how he ‘feels’ even if he doesn’t.

Lilian Rubin, in her book Intimate Strangers, written many years ago (but still quite accurate) discusses some statistics on divorce rates in America. She notes that as heterosexual marriages are falling apart, males often casually cast them off, and stop putting in the effort to keep the relationship going. But within a year after the divorce, the men are remarried. On the other hand, females often fight tooth-and-nail to keep the marriage going, and put a wealth of effort into the process. But if and once the marriage dissolves and leads to divorce, females statistically don’t remarry for another five years. Her point, and the one I would emphasize here about men’s feelings, is that men need women in their lives to express their feelings for them, and in fact are often lost without that connection. Whereas, alternately, women are quite good at expressing feelings, and while they may seek a male partner for economic support, they don’t need them to have perfectly vital friendships with other people.

Which, of course, flies in the face of the assumption that men are ‘independent’ and women are ‘dependent’. Which is exactly the issue that Richard Rohr discussed in his reading this morning.

Hence, a focus of this Ministry will be to teach men how to express their feelings and how to become comfortable with that expression. And to teach men and women that it’s positive, for all of us, that men have access to not just their anger, but also to the nurturing aspects of their feelings, both for themselves, for their families and friends, and for the larger community.

Part 3

So... how do I propose to address the ‘nurturing of men’s emotional wellness’ in a proactive way?

Here are the goals of the Men’s Wellness Ministry:

The Ministry, through the Chair or selected members of a Men’s Wellness Team, will provide:
• Men’s Wellness & Male Sexual Abuse Survivor sessions, one or more per year;
• Facilitation of an ongoing Men’s Group, whose focus will be on emotional growth;
• A Six week course on Men’s Wellness, offered at least once every three years;   
• An interracial men’s group, focused on cross-cultural communication 
• A male-female communication group (assuming I can find a female co-facilitator who has similar views)
• Personalized men’s emotional wellness coaching
• and periodic sermons on issues pertinent to UU Men’s Wellness, at least one per year.

Which I realize is an ambitious wealth of responsibilities to address. But without challenge, is life really worth living??

However, let me emphasize that the Men’s Wellness Ministry isn’t for men alone. All of the following groups are the focus of this Ministry:
  1. People who were born as males
  2. Those who identify as male
  3. Those who have run away or escaped from their maleness
  4. Those who have been hurt by male behavior and acculturation
  5. Those who are in relationship with males — as brothers, partners, spouses, employers, uncles, grandfathers, etc.
  6. And those males who have struggled with the dominant culture’s definition of masculinity, i.e. “what it means to ‘be a man’”, and find the ‘standard model’, of how to approach that life journey, to be lacking.

Which, as I’m sure you can tell, includes pretty much the whole population!


Part IV - Conclusion of MWM Sermon

Finally, to bring this sermon to a conclusion, I want to bring us full-circle from one of the earlier readings.

Danny read a quote from Pema Chödrän on “not knowing”, or what I think of as “gracefully accepting the power of ambiguity”. There is so much in this life that is unknowable, that is random, beyond our human understanding, beyond our human capacity to have ‘conclusive’ answers. Accepting that life just “is” and that “stuff happens” that is completely out of our control, is one of the more powerful elements of spiritual and soulful liberation.

Yet, we live in a culture where males are told, by females and other males, and often as self-talk to themselves, that they are supposed to know all the answers to the problems that arise in daily life. The problem is that, often, they don’t have much of any of the answers, and are, frankly, just as lost as everyone else.

Unfortunately, this is a powerful piece of the cultural assumptions we make about males in our patriarchal society, and it becomes part of the mythos about “what it means to be a man”. We place an enormous demand on males “to know” how the world is constructed, how to solve the dilemmas in organizations, how to solve disputes in relationships, etc. And frankly, this is, from my perspective, a profound disservice to men. 

Hence, I would posit here that 3 of the most empowering words males in our society could say, that would lead to their liberation and the opening of clearer and more fluid discussions, are “I Don’t Know” when asked for answers to questions that they clearly don’t have any realistic knowledge about. 

Admitting that “I Don’t Know”, rather than coming up with an answer, could be the greatest relief from emotional burdens that most males have available in this life!

It’s sort of like the old joke about what one gets in cross-breeding an elephant and a rhinoceros: and the answer is “el-e-phi-no” (hell if I know).

Hence, I would stress, in conclusion, that by admitting that they just don’t know, men would be encouraging a more free-form, mutual, communal discussion to take place, one which would equitably allow for investment in the outcome by all parties in the conversation.

So, let’s try it right now: to the males in this audience, please repeat after me: I DON’T KNOW. 

Let’s do that again: I DON’T KNOW!

See -- that wasn’t so hard. Sort of rolls right off your tongue!

Thank you for listening this morning.


Benediction

The Women’s Movement encouraged females to get in touch with their masculine energy and to forthrightly express their anger. I laud that. The Men’s Movement and this Ministry encourages males to get in touch with their feminine, nurturant energy and to forthrightly express their tender feelings.

Don’t worry — those feelings are in there!

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Here is the audio link to this Men's Wellness Ministry sermon:  http://firstuustlouis.org/media/1228

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Forgiving Myself For Having Limitations

Two days ago, as I was preparing to leave on a trip to New Mexico, a lot of stress that had been building up in recent weeks reached a zenith. I started experiencing tightness in my chest, my upper GI tract hurt mightily, my stomach was intensely upset, and I was generally feeling horrible and nauseous. All morning, as I packed my bags and drove around town gathering food items for the flight, the tension kept increasing as well. I meditated, as I've been doing of late, trying to calm my nerves, but to little effect. By the time my intimate partner came to pick me up for the drive to the airport, I was so weak and dizzy I was quite concerned about being on the airplane. When we stopped at her house to pick up an additional item I had forgotten to bring along, I was sweating profusely. She decided, in recognition of my condition, to strongly recommend that we head to the Emergency Room (of a hospital that had my medical records) instead of driving to the airport, a recommendation about which I was very much in agreement.

I ended up being at the ER of a local hospital for 24 hours, with the personnel administering a battery of tests to determine if I was having a heart attack or if my heart was being stressed past it's healthy limit. They released me the following day, stating that, according to their tests, my heart was strong and healthy; in fact, the cardiologist stated that, for a 64 year old man, I was in quite fit condition. Which, though, sort of 'begged the question', since the chest tightness, upper GI tract pain and other symptoms had not abated to a significant degree. But from their perspective, having treated the more concerning issue of potential fatality, I was in good enough shape to be released, to followup with treatment by my primary physician.

As the evening at the ER had progressed, it had become quite obvious to me that I had suffered a significant panic attack, and though I had flown in many planes in my lifetime, this particular flight was simply 'too much', given my current medical and psychological condition.

Precursors To This Event

For the past month, as I was preparing to leave St. Louis, I had had problems finding shoes that I was not allergic to. Now, I know that sounds like a rather unusual condition, but I did some research online and found out that it is not as unusual as it sounds, that other people have shoe allergies as well. For me, the issue if one of tolerating the material the shoes are made with, especially the glues that are used in many modern shoes. Especially when I try on new sports shoes (which is primarily what I wear on a daily basis) I often, after about 10 minutes, become quite nauseous and my upper GI tract/solar plexus area feels like it is 'disintegrating' [at which point I quickly take the shoes off]. And that is followed by stomach acid overflowing in my body, which lasts for another day or two. As a result, I end up having to 'cook' the shoes on my sunporch, allowing the sunlight to 'bake' the glue fumes out of the shoes, for several weeks, before even considering wearing them.

My current pair of New Balance training shoes had started to tear on the sides, but I couldn't just 'go to the store and get new ones' due to this allergy. I ended up taking every pair of shoes in my house (and we are talking about maybe 10 pairs), including a couple of new pairs of NB shoes, and even ones I hadn't worn in several years, and placing them, shoe tongues back, on the sunporch to cook, until they become -- hopefully -- tolerable.

On top of this, I started developing some serious shin splints in my left leg, a problem that I have had periodically over many years. For the past several weeks now, that leg has had 'frozen, cramped muscles' in the front of the leg, due to the shin splints. I arranged for an appointment with my podiatrist, but unfortunately I could not get one for 6 weeks.

Finding Out, In A Round-About Way, About The Death of a Beloved Friend

Both of those stresses had been straining the limits of my physical and mental health tolerance during this past month. I was concerned that, quite literally, I would not have shoes to wear when I went to New Mexico, shoes that is that didn't make me ill. But the event that finally pushed the whole physical and psychological tolerance 'over the limit' was finding out, as I was calling friends in Albuquerque, arranging to get together, that Shoshona Blankman, my therapist of many years, with whom I had developed a sort of 'older, trusted sister' and cheerleader relationship with since leaving NM in 1998, had died six months earlier. That hit me as a major shock to my heart. I only found out quite inadvertently, by calling her home phone and finding that it was disconnected, and then writing to a mutual colleague whom I have contact with via LinkedIn, asking if anything had happened to Shoshona that I needed to know about. The mutual colleague wrote back with that stunning information.

I was stunned, shocked, stupefied, almost incoherent with sadness upon hearing the information. Shoshona had been my mental health therapist from 1986-98. Our professional relationship began as I was slowly recovering from an intensely traumatic nervous breakdown (or, as Shoshona, in her wonderful 'guide' role so thoughtfully redefined it, a 'nervous breakthrough'), following my voluntarily ceasing all alcohol consumption and also on the heels of an acupuncture treatment that had gone devastatingly amiss. [The acupuncturist had -- as a female friend, who had training in acupressure, speculated several years thereafter -- felt my pulses and noted that the heart meridian was weak and had probably driven straight to the center to open it up. The problem, she noted, was that, for sexual abuse and physical trauma survivors, that is the last approach one should take, because it simultaneously blows all the healthy emotional protectors loose, and the PTSD floods the body all at once.]

Any number of times over the period Shoshona had been my therapist, the PTSD had reached such painful points that I had seriously considered suicide, and each time she had, gently but firmly, pulled me 'back from the edge'. She had also, in the late 1980s, after one of those points of suicidal ideation, introduced me to the Incest Model, noting that this 'psychological model' might address the "20% of your therapy which never seemed to fit" in the rest of my recovery process. [I was well aware and had distinct memories of the physical torture I had experienced at the hands of my father, often encouraged and arranged by my mother, but there were 'gender confusion' issues that kept haunting my thoughts that didn't seem to fit in with the torture.] Needless to say, though the Incest Model fit like a glove, as an answer to those feelings of gender dissonance, I was also stunned that there was even more trauma I had to face in order to achieve any level of healthily mental health recovery. But, without a doubt, the introduction to that awareness of being the victim of incest as a child has assisted my recovery in a very positive (though, of course. also painful) way. And has led me to study childhood sexual abuse, both for information for myself and for assisting others in their recovery [as an educator around men's emotional wellness and the issues faced by adult male sexual abuse survivors].

We had, early on, had a more open professional relationship, in that I had a friendship with her as well as a therapy relationship. I don't mean like 'buddies' -- that would have been inappropriate -- but we sometimes took acting classes together, or mutually attended professional trainings, and I came to know, in a tangential way, her husband and children. It 'worked for us', because I was stable enough to handle it comfortably, knowing the 'dividing line' between being a client and being a friend. After I left Albuquerque to come to St. Louis [in part due to Shoshona's motivation -- as she pointed out, given my men's wellness ideas and assertive personality, I 'needed a larger playground' than Albuquerque could provide to me], she noted, in our 2 or 3 times a year phone conversations, that she could now be my 'cheerleader', since I had a therapist here in St. Louis. In addition to those calls, every time I visited Albuquerque, we would have lunch together, to catch up on whatever successes I had had here, with my social work education, professional life, and emotional recovery. Then, after about 2004 (after my mother had died), she slowly 'opened up' the friendship even more, letting me know about things that were going on in her personal life, which thereby made the friendship more a 'buddy' situation, which both of us handled quite well.

Then, about 5 years ago, she had her first bout with ovarian cancer. She seemed to recover successfully, but the cancer returned about a year ago. When I last talked to her (sometime last spring, maybe February), she said she was slowly recovering from the cancer and had a very upbeat attitude about having a long-term full life to enjoy. Which is why, when I learned that she had died this previous April, the news came as such a traumatic shock. I've since talked with her children about the situation, and they have apologized for not informing me sooner, knowing that their mother had had 'more than a therapist/client relationship' with me.

For the first week or so after hearing about her death, I was shocked but had a difficult time allowing the tears to flow (I'm not a man who is backward about crying, and in fact often recommend it as a pathway to recovery when discussing men's emotional wellness). Then, beginning last week, when I gave my introductory sermon for the Men's Wellness Ministry that I have initiated at the First Unitarian Church of St. Louis (my congregation) and dedicated the religious service to Shoshona, the tears started to flow. And they have flowed ever since, each and every time I begin to talk about Shoshona and how much our friendship and therapeutic relationship meant to me. Now, I can't talk about it without choking up with tears -- which is positive and for which I'm thankful! Feeling that sadness, while at the same time knowing the joy I felt for her as my therapist, guide, cheerleader, and most beloved friend, allows me to know, deep in my heart, how much her passing hurts and how much I miss her.

The Inner Child Gains More Of A Voice

The additional point that needs to be elucidated, concerning the panic attack before the flight, was that I've been working on 'inner child' therapy issues for the past 30 years, and know that that inner child, having no 'oral voice', speaks to me through my body. Each and every time I have an allergic reaction to a medication or food or material, or a triggering event, my upper GI tract/solar plexus cramps up. I know, from studying chakras, that that is also the heart chakra point, the place in my body that allows my heart 'to have a voice' and get my attention. And I've learned, from 'speaking with my body' via meditation, that my frightened, terrified inner child lives there, in the main -- or at least that is the place that 'gets my attention' when his terror speaks out.

In the past couple of weeks, I've slowly started to develop, with the assistance of my therapist, a way to 'have a conversation with that terrified child' without being flooded by his pain. In other words, to 'have a relationship with him' without 'the adult becoming him' again. What I know is that he will only be safe with my adult self if he knows that I won't become overwhelmed by his memories of terror.

The image I get, when I meditate on that point in my body, is of a very young child rolled-up in a ball, crying out in anguish, being viciously kicked by an adult man who is 'having the time of his life' engaging in sadistic torture. And, of course, that was me when I was a small child and the adult was my out-of-control, insane father. The trouble this past week, though, is that the division between 'a relationship with' and 'being the terrified child' broke down due to all the other above noted traumas. I became 'flooded' with the inner child's anguish, in a way that I could not handle adequately. Each and every time, of late, that I 'touch' that point in my body and remember the terror of my childhood, I begin to cry, deeply and resonantly. Which is positive, in that the tears are coming out and I'm acknowledging the reality of my childhood experiences, but sometimes difficult to cope with 'in the moment'.

But I also need to know that the medical outcomes aren't solely due to PTSD, but could have very real, organic causes, the healing of which would positively affect my self-image and comfort with myself, and the long-term recovery of that terrified inner child.

Forgiving Myself

Hence, the summation of all of these events over the past month, in preparation for going to New Mexico and attending the New Mexico Men's Wellness Conference -- where I would once again be around very supportive 'brothers' -- is that I need to forgive myself for having limitations, for being a human being who still has, at the age of 64, some deep-seated, incredibly painful PTSD issues that need to be resolved and recovered from. 

I kind of feel, in the last couple of days since I missed my flight (due to being in the ER), that I'm living in the Twilight Zone, in that 'I'm not supposed to be here' in St. Louis right now. I had my life, for the next three weeks, planned out to be in Albuquerque enjoying the Balloon Fiesta, the delights of visiting friends and family, and the joy of attending the Wellness Conference. But, as I keep trying to remind myself, "stuff happens", changes that we didn't plan for, but which we need to attend to "for our long-term health" and emotional recovery.

As Pema Chödrän notes, in When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times (from which I used a quote as one of the readings during my Men's Wellness Ministry sermon) we simply 'don't know' how life will turn out. Sometimes it is clearly to our advantage, other times not, but the only thing we have any control over is how we deal with [or cope with] what has occurred. And sometimes what appears to be a 'mistake' or 'setback' is actually an advantage. What I do know is that, on Thursday, getting on that flight to Albuquerque would have been a serious mistake. Whatever anxiety I was feeling before going to the airport was not going to dissipate once I got there, and that I would have caused myself and the flight attendants a major crisis had I forced myself to 'tough it out'. So, I did what I had to do and, with the support of my intimate partner, took care of myself in the best way possible. Hence, if I can't go to New Mexico right now, because now I need to deal with very 'real' medical [and psychological] issues, then I need to forgive myself for having human failings and limitations.

And for all sexual abuse survivors, in their journey with coping with the outcomes of PTSD, that personal forgiveness is a major hurdle to overcome. Stuff happens and there is no way to know what the 'ultimate' reason was for a specific event, but proactively facing the issues that arise and 'need our attention', right now, right here, is the best and most healthy approach. New Mexico will still be there, the Wellness Conference will likely continue next year, my friends and family will still love me and want me to visit, but I will be in much better shape, for myself and all concerned, if I attend to 'what I need to pay attention to' in the here and now. That may be a 'limitation', but it is a healthy limitation.