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Recognizing Trauma: At the Dental Office

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In the 15 years I worked in the dental field, I saw a wide range of anxiety behaviors surface for patients.  I’ve had my own experiences of dental anxiety too. The dental office is actually a very common place for anxiety to land.

The dental chair is a vulnerable place to be.  Someone with authority is hovering over you while you lie supine, they are shoving pokey things in your mouth, and you are usually in a small, confined area. More

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Taking the Plunge

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Hello 2019!!

Polar Bear Plunge at 35 degrees!!

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Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas from our house to yours!!

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Theory Brought to Life

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I’m in awe of a recent experience that brought my classwork alive.

The week before Thanksgiving, a speaker in my class was discussing how children deal with trauma.  She was explaining how the brain works and what needs to happen for them to process trauma.  It was a lot of interesting theory.  Until she said something that really hit home.

“Children need to tell the trauma story over and over and over.  This is how they metabolize, process, and heal from it.” 

One of my most traumatic stories is one that still has an emotional life of its own.  Every time I think about, talk about, or write about this event, the feelings are still incredibly raw.  I thought about how I was never allowed to tell my stories, let alone repeatedly.  In fact, this story remains mostly untold. More

New Chapter

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After a much longer hiatus than planned, I’ve made a commitment to resume blogging.  You have all been so vital to my healing and continued work.  I’ve missed you!  I hope I can give back a fraction of what you give to me.

Last summer I made another commitment that is dramatically changing me. More

Trying to Forgive Mom

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You tried to tell me it was all in my head

He couldn’t have abused me you said

Because with him you never left me alone

Even when to Anchorage or Portland you’d flown?

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Charlie Rose and my Dad

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Thanks to Gayle King, I’m in tears this morning…fresh tears remembering how hard it was to tell someone what Dad had done to me for so many years.  And how similar Charlie Rose is to my Dad.  The power. Oh. My. God. The. Power.  More

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