Well,
sorry it’s been so long since I last added a proper blog. I shan’t explain, just accept it was a glitch
which is now resolved. It wasn’t a
glitch with DBT which on the whole has been quite difficult and simultaneously
positive.
I
don’t know if you’ve ever heard the story of the rag man, wandering
the streets of a city and offering “new for old” to the people he meets. The hole ridden shoes of a homeless person swapped
for new, comfy walking shoes plus a 4 season sleeping bag. The blood-stained rag of a youth beaten up exchanged
for proper bandages, clean clothes and a comforting shoulder to cry on. The characters all had to give up the thing
that most reflected their need and the rag and bone man gave them back so much
more.
Another
way of putting it. Without a death there
can be no resurrection!
My
last session with Joy was one of those death moments, which allow a resurrection
to follow. Since starting DBT I have
stopped the most risky form of self-harm I used completely and significantly
reduced cutting. However, I have become
increasingly aware that I am already one quarter of the way through the
programme – I can’t afford to take too long over change.
This
was reinforced by Joy today who when I suggested a compromised version of
change challenged me to go the whole way now, by reminding me that a complete
stop to self-harm is an ultimate goal in doing DBT. To leave the life of self-harm and emotional
turmoil behind to have a new, more balanced one. A life where I can choose my reactions rather
than letting my emotions, or fear of the emotions, dictate my responses and
behaviours.
So
what was the death that will clear the way for my new life?
“Today I decided, and made a commitment to never deliberately cut
myself again.
To that end I will search out every blade / self-harm kit that I
own,
and dispose of it safely.
If I should slip up with this commitment in the future
I will not give up, but re-commit and carry on!”
There,
I’ve said it, and not in secret which to me, seals the commitment. I know this will not be easy, but as Joy
pointed out, never again will I have the chance to make this change with the
level of support available while doing DBT.
So, I am now an ex-cutter. It is
gone and my new, scar free life has begun.
The death has occurred. It is
frightening and painful – but the way is clear for a resurrection to occur, and
I am in a good position because I firmly believe in resurrection and new starts.