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Someone I like to watch lately is pychotherapist Kati Morton. She's easy on the eye but currently happily married so best not to get too many ideas. I think she's a Los Angelino, lovely people the Californians. Of course we never know when happily married can turn into unhappy for Kati or whoever but anyway, she will cover most aspects of psychology or psychotherapy.
With trauma therapy, she suggests a particular technique. As an aside she suggests journalling in general (journalism) and states mental resiliency (ability to cope with trauma) is more than just forgetting/pretending something never happened. With this in mind, let's consider one technique she explains: revisit the scene of trauma in your mind. Ok so I'm on the couch watching tv, like fifteen years old, my brother Joseph Stalin (just a nickname, not his real name) is torturing the family cat on the other couch. He has been punching me in the face severely since I was nine years old and headbutting me and yelling at me. He's basically a psycho. I'm not really in touch with my feelings in general apart from occasional severe depression. I vaguely recall being a jerk at school and laughing things up there. I'm definitely too scared of my brother to front up to him as he's eight years older and super violent and scary. I never tell my father he's hitting me or, in this case, torturing a cat. I feel shocked and bad, I just pretend it's not happening.
Ok this is the scene of trauma. Kati suggests I can lighten it up now by imagining a friend there at the scene. Maybe I can imagine various things.... There's my buddy Jason smoking a billy (his water pipe bong) and breathing out a plume of smoke. My mom's best friend the aboriginal lady does the same. Britney has just shaved her hair, she's saying 'dance dance dance dance' like she's Jamiroquai. The people from Forest Gump are yelling run Forest run! Unclear if I'm disassociating at this point. Greg Gutfeld is asking me if his jeans make him look fat. Do I have any actual friends anymore apart from Jason and my mom's aboriginal friend? Not really, Murphy's not there, Todd's not there, my wife hates me. Bill Hemmer is there, he's saying 'meow meow, the red socks are losing'. This isn't helping, my brother is punching the cat. Ok now I'm supposed to make my eyes look from side to side mimicking rapid eye movement. I see Homer Simpson trying to set up IKEA furniture saying stupid Taliban. The Taliban are shooting cowering people that won't stand up and fight. I finally fight back and punch my brother's tooth out (in real life, many months later). Back to the cat and the trauma, Joey Jones from Fox news walks in with a guitar, I've run out of real friends, I'm relying on imaginary friends, Joey is singing zz Top song, she's got legs. My brother has gotten up to go to the kitchen and slam the cat's head or something with the kitchen drawer, thank God I can't see. Red sirens are wailing and the panicky crazy music like in Kill Bill when the bride is going psycho. Noone can save me from this monster, he is my criss cross [sic] to carry. My ex girlfriend from film school Eva (not her real name) shows up. Marvin Gaye is there, he sings sexual healing. Everyone is running to the beach it's a coke commercial, my and Eva's (our) classmate from film/journalism school is gushing about being one of the extras on the beach with a towel in the coke commercial. My mom's best buddy is back in torture cat lounge room smoking another billy. 'What a fuggen shlut', she says referring to my brother. Nothing seems to be taking the edge of the trauma. Maybe if Bill Hemmer sings that carpenter song, close to you. Hmmmm, that seems to make watching the cat be tortured and feeling terrified more palatable. La, la, la, la, la..... Maybe Gutfeld can sing it too at the same time.... Now Homer is saying it too....
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Man that was a nice cat, I can see it prowling around the front yard with birds around like in the Carpenters song, maybe Twitter birds. It really didn't deserve that. I think it peed or pooped in the house.
Now Joe Biden and the cat is singing it. Man I didn't know he could sing. He's just like the grandpa I never had! Joe and my cat are doing a lap around the front yard with CGI Twitter birds. I think Hemmer and Gutfeld might be doing back up vocals under the mulberry tree picking mulberries. Watch out guys those stains take forever to come off. I almost feel safe like some abbo guy isn't about to rape me. Keep singing guys, don't let this moment end!! Wow Joey can jump on pogo stilts even with fake legs and do showgirl kicks like the Dallas cowgirls. Being best.
Moments later, listened to Kriss Kross and dropped kids off at school. Talked to the Dean outside a moment from my ride. It didn't have the bouncing front wheels like in the rap videos.
https://youtu.be/010KyIQjkTk
Home watching French news. Kati would approve of having a hobby. When I was teaching in Paris one of my English language students was fully blocked. It was even on her file: blocked. We're language teachers not psychologists so I don't ask her if her dad molested her or something.
They're talking about the Brussels terrorists from Isis or whatever. Maintenant le Taliban. Leurs dossiers. Their files. Les dossiers des réfugiés d'afganistan. Voila. Maintenant le nouveau droit en Texas. Avec le governor Abbott la bas. En France le gen aimmee les affaires adulteroux. L'avoretement (abortion). Kati is from California she wouldn't approve of le loi sûr abortion en Texas. Sometimes she goes to Austin, maybe she has family there or something.
Arrêts cardiaques .... Heart attacks. Place electric swaddles on chest and play Kriss Kross full volume in the ambulance.
Forêt.... Forest.
Le sanctuaire ..... Sanctuary
My Morrocan student in Paris is screaming at me, why aren't I learning French quicker??? I must have upset him saying 'wrong', 'wrong', riding him too hard as he struggled with English, like a jerk. As Donald Trump would say: I'm fired. Goodbye Madelaine. Goodbye fuggen shluts of France. I fly home to Sydney. My old man Napoleon (not his real name) and my bro Stalin (not his real name) will be waiting for me at the airport. Napoleon can't wait to show me the new tunnel under the Sydney Harbour.
Reviennent .... Back (returned)
ABBA is singing Waterloo. Dancing Queen on French news 20h. Magnifique.
Chaleur .... Warmth (le temp the weather)
Chaud ... Hot.... I learned that word at the Madelaine office of our school. The kettle was boiling and I asked the French lady there the word for hot. (sounds like showed). But it seems I'm learning the word chaleur now.
À suivre... Coming up
Then you're supposed to tap your finger and look at that tapping during recall of the traumatic moment.
Don't you tell me to smile....
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