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Reclaiming Your Body and Spirit – Loving Touch and Trauma Recovery

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

reiki_handsPinkies, hold on tight for another incredibly powerful post by the original Pink God, Wellness Guru Fred Krazeise. Today, with his usual gentleness and generosity, Fred offers wisdom to Pinkies looking to Own their Bodies and their Pasts (and who among us doesn’t fall into that category?) With deep thanks and without further ado, here’s Fred.

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Sometimes, you have to go a long way out of the way, in order to come back a short distance correctly. – From “The Zoo Story,” by Edward Albee

Time: The Present

I’ve come to my current career very late in my life. After working for many years in both government and in the corporate world, I walked away from that life 5 years ago. I wanted to do something completely different. I wanted to help people in a different way. So, I became a massage therapist and coach, and now just like the character in Albee’s play, I feel that I’m on my proper path and I’m on a collision course with my destiny.

The story doesn’t stop there however. I could be working in a spa somewhere, doing hot stone massage, or lavender salt scrub treatments (which are both great by the way!). No, my path is very different. I work with women who are victims and survivors of abuse and trauma. The majority of my clients are victims of sexual abuse or domestic violence.

In many respects trauma is something that we’ve all experienced to one degree or another. You may have been in or have witnessed an accident or other traumatic event. You might have received invasive surgery. Or, you may have experienced violence at the hand of a partner or spouse. Trauma is all around us, and we are all survivors.bodyandspirit

Most of us actually diminish the effects of trauma to the detriment of our physical and emotional health.  Victims quickly learn survival and coping skills. They dissociate from their bodies. In extreme cases, they become numb from the effects of drugs or alcohol, and they begin to lose feeling in their bodies. The pain is numbed out, but this process is not selective. Victims also cannot feel joy, and they numb out their capacity to feel safe and alive and enjoy the world around them.

So, the work of the therapist here is, to gently and lovingly, reintroduce touch back to the victim. A sensitive and caring therapist guides clients through this process, asking “Where is the pain or tension?” and always asking permission to touch. Over the course of the work, the client slowly begins to take residence in her body again.

You may think that I have taken an odd or unusual path. I have wondered about that myself, especially in the beginning. When I first started my practice, I wondered, “Why are these women coming to see me? What is it that I’m putting out there?” But as I have moved down this path, the answer became clearer to me, and as you might expect, the answer was really right in front of me all the time.

You see, I have witnessed and have experienced abuse first hand and I too am a survivor of sorts.

Time: The Past

My father was a functional alcoholic.  On the surface, he was friendly and gregarious. But, when he drank a very dark side came out. I witnessed my father slamming my sister into a wall and beating her for some infraction that I no longer am able to remember. I routinely cowered in my room; afraid to come out as my father abused my mother, listening to shouting and screaming matches that seemed to go on for hours, but I’m sure were really only minutes.

When I was four years old, I disobeyed my father. I wanted to go outside and play. It had been raining and there was water everywhere. My father said, “Don’t get wet or you will be very sorry!”

I went outside, and as little boys are likely to do, I jumped in puddles and splashed around everywhere.

I got wet. I was soaked to the skin.

When my mother called me for dinner, I got scared. I ran and hid in a little secret garden space in a hedgerow located on the side of our house. Perhaps if I stayed there long enough I would dry. But, I was so wet that I began to shiver. I sat there, listening to my mother call me, and then my father. I heard footsteps and then I saw my father’s face. He saw that I was soaked.

The last thing I remember was the look of anger on his face as grabbed my arm and pulled me violently into the air. I vaguely remember the first blow, and I have no further recollections after that. I have tried over the years to remember, but the memories are completely blacked out. I can remember, several hours later, seeing my father in the darkened living room watching television. I remember walking over to the sofa, asking him if I could sit next to him, and asking him if he still loved me. But, I cannot remember anything else. Those minutes, those moments, are completely lost to me.

As I grew older, the yelling, screaming and fighting continued.  When I was sixteen, it finally stopped.

It was a particularly violent argument. My father had been drinking again and the usual scene was being played out. I was in my room, fearing the worst when I heard my father say to my mother, “I’m going to kill you.” I will never forget those words.

The rest is a blur to me, but I remember running to the kitchen and stepping in between my father and mother. I stared into his eyes and saw the rage.

I was terrified when I said, “Don’t you touch my mother.”

My fists clenched and I was ready to take the first blow, but I was determined that this would end, right then and there.

He just stared at me. Once again, time seemed to stop for me. It seemed like an eternity. My father mumbled something. I stiffened, ready to fight back, my fists clenched. He mumbled something again, and then he softened and turned away. My mother just looked at me and said, “Go to bed. It’s ok.”

That was the last violent time I remember. Yes, there were the disagreements that most families have. But, the screaming and the shouting stopped. I felt I could breathe at last. We all could.

Time: The Present. A Typical Session.

Working with trauma victims / survivors is very different. It’s not a typical massage session.

Initial sessions are usually done with the client fully clothed and every session is different, and tailored to the specific needs of my clients.  There is no protocol, no cookbook. I do start with the detailed physical and medical history, and I ask a lot of questions about a client’s emotional health. I need to understand what she is ready for, and what she is willing to undertake. I usually ask a very simple question. “Is there anything in your past that you would feel comfortable sharing with me today?”

healinghandsI almost always start with some sort of visualization and breathing exercise. I ask the client to take stock of her body, to scan it and I ask if there is any place that feels pain, tension, or feels empty. The client has to set the tone of the session. It is her session, not mine. She sets the pace. I will ask if there is an area of her body where she would like to receive work, and then I ask if she would like some contact in that area.

Sometimes, I will ask her to touch the part of her body where she would like to receive work. Permission is always required, as the goal of the session is to bring the client back into her body, to reconnect the mind and body, and to awaken the client. Throughout this process, I’m constantly checking in with the client to identify any feelings that may be taking shape.

The most important aspect of the work is to pay attention and be exceptionally present for her. This is not the time for me to be thinking about the errands I have to run on my way home from the office, or what I have to do tomorrow, or what I’d like to have for dinner or lunch. I am constantly monitoring my client’s reactions to see how my touch affects her. Is she clenching her teeth, her fists? Is her brow furrowed? Has her breathing pattern changed?

Subtle touch and energy modalities such as Reiki and Cranial Sacral Therapy can also be effective. I have taught Reiki to clients – there are a number of self-healing and grounding exercises that can help to restore a person. I also focus on mindfulness and teach conscious breathing and other meditative practices to help a client live in this moment, in this now. Over time, they learn to live one day at a time.

It takes time. But, a sensitive therapist, within the therapeutic environment, can help a client fully connect mind and body, and help the client to safely release the sensations associated with the trauma or abuse. It is only through this kind of release that you can truly heal. Unless you completely let go, your body continues to experience the trauma at a subconscious level. When we fully let go of the pain of our past, we can embrace life in the present, and experience the love and beauty of living in the moment.

Where to turn for help:woman_on_phone

You’re scared. You’re frightened. You feel alone and feel that you have no place to go.

But, you are not alone and you can get help. Most major metropolitan areas have rape crisis centers. There are also resources for domestic violence.

In an emergency: Call 911 if you need immediate assistance of if you’ve already been hurt.

For advice and support: If you or someone you know is frightened about something in your relationship, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−SAFE (7233) or TTY 1−800−787−3224.

The National Domestic Violence Hotline is a nonprofit organization that provides crisis intervention, information and referral to victims of domestic violence, perpetrators, friends and families. Help is available to callers 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Hotline advocates are available for victims and anyone calling on their behalf to provide crisis intervention, safety planning, information and referrals to agencies in all 50 states, Puerto Rico and the U.S. Virgin Islands. Assistance is available in English and Spanish with access to more than 170 languages through interpreter services.

For rape or sexual assault: RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network).RAINN is the nation’s largest anti-sexual assault organization. At any given moment, more than 1,100 trained volunteers are on duty and available to help victims at RAINN-affiliated crisis centers across the country.

To reach a qualified counselor for help, call 1-800-656-HOPE.

For a safe place to stay: Contact your state’s branch of the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence or another local organization. For contact information, visit http://womenshealth.gov/violence/state/index.cfm

If you are being abused please remember:

  • You are not to blame for being battered or mistreated.
  • You are not the cause of your partner’s abusive behavior.
  • You deserve to be treated with respect.
  • You deserve a safe and happy life.
  • Your children deserve a safe and happy life.
  • You are not alone. There are people waiting to help.

If you are a survivor, it is indeed possible to reclaim your body and reconnect to your spirit. It takes courage, and it can be done.

man oceanForgiveness

As for me, I’m still working to reclaim the memories of that four year old boy. I want those memories back, even if they are painful. They are mine. They have made me who I am today. I want to know what happened. I need to know what happened so that I will never forget. I own those memories, and I will recover them.

Over time, I forgave my father. I never fully understood why he would boil over in such a rage when he drank. Perhaps it was something in his childhood.  He rarely would share his emotions or his experiences. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he lost both of his parents when he was only 5 years old.

Or perhaps his rage was caused by his experiences in WWII. He fought with the US Army throughout Europe and would never, ever talk about what he did, or what he saw.  Post-traumatic stress syndrome was barely known back then. They called it “shell shock,” or “battle fatigue,” and treatment was inconsistent and usually ineffective.

There always was an uneasy tension between us created by the memory of that night when I was 16 years old. My father is an enigma to me and I will never know him. He passed away in 1984. We spent the intervening years with small talk and chit chat. We never, ever talked about that night, or about any of the hundreds of nights when there was anger and violence. He’s gone now, and I missed my opportunity to get to know and understand him.

If he were here today, I would have the courage to reach out to him. I have different skills now, and I’m a much different person. It is the courage that only comes from having traveled a long way out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.

Peace,
Fred

Held Lovingly in the Hands of God

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

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Dear Pinkies,

Please welcome back Pink God and Mojo Mentor Fred Krazeise, here with the story of his own transformational healing experience. As it is generally impossible to adequately prepare Pinkdom for his words, we’ll turn it right over to Fred with love, gratitude, and blessings.

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As a massage therapist / body-worker, I know how powerful touch can be. I’ve written about it, and I’ve witnessed first hand how healing touch can trigger emotional or somatic response. I’ve seen how the simple act of human touch can help just as much with spiritual healing as it does physical healing.  But, I have never personally experienced the power of complete healing through touch – until last week.

I recently attended a 3-day Lomi Lomi Massage workshop in Asheville NC, conducted by master teacher Carrie Rowell.  Carrie has been practicing the art of Lomi Lomi for many years and she is an extraordinarily gifted teacher. For those of you who do not know of this style of massage, Lomi Lomi is a profound form of bodywork. The word “lomi lomi” simply means massage, although it is sometimes referred to as “loving hands” massage. It has been practiced by native Hawaiians for thousands of years, and it is traditionally passed down from family member to family member. I had been trained in lomi lomi before, but it had been many years ago, and it would be during this weekend that I would experience loving hands myself.

Lomi lomi consists of long, continuous, flowing strokes, similar to that of a wave. The strokes work gently yet deeply into the muscles and allow the recipient to submit, to yield, and truly be in the moment. But, those are just the superficial aspects of the work. What really sets Lomi Lomi apart from other forms of body work, is that the practitioner holds a special intention for the recipient. The work is performed with love, and usually begins with a prayer, asking for divine help in the healing. The practitioner holds this loving space in her heart for the recipient, seeking to restore the recipient to balance and harmony.

lomilomiFor 3 days we learned new techniques and practiced on each other. We also devoted a significant amount of time to self-healing: movement, dance, prayer, chant and meditation.  And it always came back to giving and receiving lomi lomi, which we did each day for 3 days.  Of course it is always wonderful to receive, but I also noticed how energizing it was to give this form of massage. I felt charged by the spiritual energy involved in giving, and both giving and receiving left feeling connected and grounded.

Over the course of the long weekend, I had a chance to speak to Carrie about my own practice, working with trauma and abuse survivors. Although I work diligently at grounding, balancing, and setting boundaries I felt that I had taken on some of the pain and fear that my clients had experienced. I felt that I was coated in a kind of energetic sludge. Carrie suggested a session with her, and further suggested that it be a “tandem,” four-hands session with two people working on me.  She would be joined by a friend and former student, named Manisha, and together they would work on me.  Needless to say, I agreed!

I arrived a few minutes before 10AM on Monday morning for my massage. Manisha answered the door, and I thanked her for opening her home to me. Carrie came into the room, we exchanged hugs, and after a few minutes of chat, Manisha showed me to a small room with a massage table.

“We’ll give you a few minutes,” Carrie said, shutting the door behind her and leaving me alone in the room. I quickly undressed and lay face down on the table, trying to focus on my breath and bring myself into the present moment.

There was a soft tap at the door and I murmured, “I’m ready,” and Carrie and Manisha entered the room to begin their work. Lomi lomi usually begins with a prayer (a “pule” in Hawaiian), asking for help and for healing. Carrie and Manisha began the Lomi Pule together.

girlshandsE aloha mai! – Let there be love!

E mana mai! – Let there be power!

E pono mai! – Let there be harmony!

E ola no! – Let there be healing!

Amama ua noa – So be it, it is done.

And then they began, and over the course of nearly 2 hours, they worked on me in perfect unison.

I felt their long, deep, full body strokes that served not to work on my individual parts, but to connect everything in perfect harmony. They began gently on my head, then together on my back, then my legs, then with long connecting strokes from head to toe and back again. Four warm, loving hands, working as one. Four warm loving hands, connected to a spirit source, working to convey this loving energy into me.

The effect was hypnotic. I felt myself sinking deeper into the table, yielding and submitting. They began to strip away at my own personal hurt and pain, and then at the pain that I carried from clients whom I felt I could not help.  Images of their trauma or abuse that I often see and sometimes feel when I work with clients flashed before me again. And then those images were slowly washed away by waves of loving human touch.

Carrie and Manisha were connected to something higher, to something more powerful and they were intent on bringing It to me, and me to It. They continued to work on me, always moving, never stopping, a continuous wave of motion. And as they worked, emotion began to rise inside of me. As I felt the pain leave my body, I was suddenly overcome with feelings of unworthiness. I kept hearing the words, “I’m not worthy,” over and over, and finally I began sobbing inconsolably.  My body heaved with cries of pain and feelings of unworthiness.

And then something happened.

Once again in unison, Carrie and Manisha literally draped themselves over me and enveloped me a warm and loving embrace. I was cradled within their arms. I felt their weight on top of me as my cries subsided.

I was not just connected to them. Through them, I was being cradled in the hand of God, and I felt an incredible wave of love and joy wash over me. I literally felt God’s love through the hands of these two remarkable women.

Carrie whispered, “Take your time, and when you are ready, roll over onto you back.”

I rested there for a few minutes before moving, and then I slowly rolled over onto my back and slid down the table. As I did so, Carrie covered my eyes with a cloth to shield them from the brightness of the room. And it was at this moment that something else happened and it was remarkable.

The room was awash with golden light and there were 12 angels all around us. (I’ve written about the presence of angels here before), Their appearance before me today made me joyful, almost giddy and I have to admit that for a moment I thought of Sally Field as she accepted her Oscar by saying, “They like me! They really like me!” That thought made me smile, and then I felt waves of their love continuously washing over me.  I yielded to it. I submitted to it. I surrendered to it. And that love filled my heart with joy. I knew that I was accepted in God’s eyes. I had felt God’s touch and it was from that moment on that I decided to open my heart to it completely.angels

Carrie and Manisha continued to work on me, their loving ministrations leaving me feeling cared for and nurtured.  The light and love of the angels continued to wash over me and the room. As they say, all good things must end, and Carrie and Manisha finally finished and left the room for me to get dressed.

I lay there for a few minutes before moving, thinking about my experience and how I felt. The first thought that came to my mind was gratitude – not just for having experienced one of the most remarkable events of my life, but gratitude for being able to live this life. The second thought that came to me was validation. This experience left me knowing that I am on the right path. I know that God is a real thing, and I have felt her touch. That’s pretty powerful.

I do not share this experience with you out of self-indulgence. Rather, I hope that readers here can take something from this. There has been a lot of discussion recently here about core wounds and self-acceptance.  I learned many things from this experience, but the biggest lesson is that I have learned to open my heart to love. And it is so easy. Opening my heart to love has allowed me to see the beauty in every living thing. If you can see the beauty that is all around you, it becomes easier to see the beauty that lies within yourself.

I went to Asheville to attend a course. I’m required to take continuing education course in order to maintain my national certification as a massage therapist. But I left with much more than 21 continuing education units. I left restored and renewed. I left transformed knowing and feeling with absolute certainty that there is a God, that she is loving, and that I am worthy of that love, as are we all.

Thank you Carrie and Manisha.

I bid you all peace and joy.

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A Pink Weekend: My Date with Mary Kay

Saturday, August 29th, 2009

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Hey Pinkies, welcome back to Owning Pink a man who needs no introduction – Pink God Fred Krazeise - telling of his experience last weekend with a group of remarkable women (the story of one in particular may surprise and inspire you). Enjoy – we know we always do. Big love as always to Fred, and to the women he heals.

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Last Friday night, I spent 5 hours in a hotel room with more than a dozen of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met and I had the time of my life. My wife wasn’t there, but she knew all about it, and she said she didn’t mind.  She’s very understanding!

Bet you don’t know where I’m going with this do you? Well, let me explain.

I was invited to a meeting of Mary Kay Consultants and Sales Directors. I was asked to speak to this group on various topics of wellness, and provide some hands-on bodywork. Each woman received a 10-15 minute bodywork and aromatherapy treatment, as well as a mini-wellness coaching session. I believe they call this a “spa night,” and I’m told they do this kind of thing routinely. Mary Kay is a company that tries very hard to take care of the people who work for it.

I didn’t know much about Mary Kay before this week, but it is a remarkable story. In 1963, at the age of 45, Mary Kay Ash started the business with $5000 in cash. She had years of experience in direct selling, but was frustrated by consistently being passed over for promotion by lesser qualified men. So, she decided to strike out on her own and nearly 50 years ago she set into motion a company where women could develop their talents and achieve unlimited success. That was a pretty bold move for a woman to take in 1963.

According to Mary Kay herself, “I envisioned a company in which any woman could become just as successful as she wanted to be. The doors would be wide open to opportunity for women who were willing to pay the price and had the courage to dream.”

Over the years, Mary Kay received many honors and awards. In 2004 she was named one of the 25 Most Influential Business Leaders of the Last 25 Years by PBS and the Wharton School of Business. In 2003, she was honored by Baylor University as the Greatest Female Entrepreneur in American History. Her life was chronicled by A&E Television Networks on the Biography Channel, and today Mary Kay, Inc. employs more than 2 million independent sales consultants worldwide with $2.4 billion in annual sales. That’s an incredible accomplishment from such humble beginnings.

As inspiring as the Mary Kay story is, this post is not about her. It’s about the remarkable women I had the privilege of working with last night. It’s their story that inspires me. According to the company website, only 500 women worldwide have become Independent National Sales Directors, the highest status within the independent sales force.  Last night, I met with 6 Independent Sales Directors, and they are a special bunch too. They represent the top 2 percent of Mary Kay.

They ranged in age from their 20’s to their 60’s and they came from many walks of life. Some of the women work for Mary Kay full-time, but I think most worked part-time. There were moms and grandmothers. One woman had her five week old daughter with her. She had a two year old at home with dad, and she loves working for Mary Kay because it allows her to work from home and spend time with her children.  There were several nurses in the group – they spend most of their day on their feet and were especially grateful for the lavender foot massage. There was even a rocket scientist among them (seriously!), who works part-time for Mary Kay because it lets her focus on her “girly side.”

It was interesting to chat with them about their dreams. Some were planning for their retirement or for the next phase of their life. Others just needed the extra income. Many different reasons, but you could tell that Mary Kay gave each of these women a sense of empowerment; a sense that with hard work they had an opportunity to take charge of their destiny. And there was camaraderie among the women that I had not witnessed before in my own corporate experience. These women truly supported each other; they genuinely cared about their welfare and well-being. This wasn’t an act.

So, what did I take away from this evening, my “date” with Mary Kay?

As I listened to their stories, I was reminded of how hard women work. Full-time careers often collide with families. Women don’t consider themselves to be heroes, but every day they perform heroic acts. Women give, give, and give selflessly all the time, putting themselves last after their children and their families. Even during an evening that was supposed to be all about them, a reward for their accomplishments, several of my “clients” received cell phone calls from their families during our session.  Everybody needs mom, even during the time that was supposed to be set aside for her.

Many of these women were not used to being the center of attention, and at least two of them had never received any form of bodywork or massage before. I was honored that I had the opportunity to make each of them the focus of the universe – even if just for a moment.  And the experience reminded me to be thankful for the wonderful women in my life, who have worked so very hard for me – my wife, my mom, and my teachers. Women are the gravitas, the anchor, center and grounding of our lives and we all need to go out of our way to honor them.

I also walked away with a powerful impression about Mary Kay, the company. It’s a company made up of people – women people.  And they have created something that is really different. It’s not so much about the products (although I am sure they are good). It’s about the community.  As Mary Kay herself said, “The success of (Mary Kay Inc.) is much, much deeper than just dollars and cents and buildings and assets. The real success of our company is measured to me in the lives that have been touched and given hope.”

Well Mary Kay, you have done well. I met 12 women last Friday night of whom you would be very proud. They are remarkable, and so are you.

Oh, and I’m not sure, but I think they still can get a pink Cadillac.

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Still blown away,

fred-107x150Fred

The Need For Touch: How Nurturing Touch Enhances Your Mojo

Friday, August 7th, 2009

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Mojo Mentor and Pink God Fred Krazeise of Empowered and Fit invites us to find our mojo by seeking out and giving nurturing touch. Can’t we all use a little more healing touch? Thank you, Fred, for reminding us how much we humans need love, affection, and human connection.

The other night, my wife and I were cleaning up after dinner. And after all the dishes were put up in the washer, the leftovers put away into the refrigerator, counters wiped down, we just stood there in the middle of our kitchen and hugged each other. We held that hug for several minutes. And afterwards, she said, “I need more of that.”

In fact, we all do. We crave touch from the very moment we are born. We learn through touch. It’s where we first develop feelings of attachment and self-esteem. The act of receiving nurturing touch makes us feel safe; it comforts us, and lets us know that we are loved.

Unfortunately, in America, we seem to be very uncomfortable with touch. I am not for a minute suggesting that we abandon our personal boundaries, but we don’t have to always apologize when we accidentally intrude upon another persons “space.”  Consider how touch is used in other parts of the world. Throughout Europe, it is common for women to walk down the street arm-in-arm. In many parts of the world, men and women alike exchange a kiss on both cheeks as the common form of greeting. In Greece it is common for men to dance, arm-in-arm (and it’s not just induced by too much Ouzo!).

Sadly here in the US, we restrict our hugs to that “all-American A-frame,” bent over at the waist, touching only the upper parts of our bodies. And what about those “air kisses?” What’s that all about?  Touch connects us to our own humanity, and nurturing touch improves our well-being. Consider this:

A study was conducted at a major university library. Librarians were instructed alternately to touch and not touch the hands of students as they handed back their library cards. Then the students were interviewed. Those who had been touched reported far greater positive feelings about themselves, the library, and the librarians than those who had not been touched. This occurred even though the touch was fleeting and the students didn’t even remember it.

According to Adoption.com, studies conducted in orphanages and hospitals tell us that infants deprived of skin contact will lose weight, become ill, and may even die. Premature babies given periods of touch therapy gain weight faster, cry less, and show more signs of relaxed pulse, respiration rate and muscle tension.

Marriage and family counselors report that that couples in crisis are most likely to have stopped the simple everyday kind of touch that is crucial to a healthy relationship. I am not talking about sexual contact. I’m talking about simple hugs, a caress – soft, loving, nurturing touch that we all so desperately need and want.

The Need for Touch – Why Touch is Important in our Lives

As we grow older, we receive less and less touch. We have rationalized that touch is no longer important. We’re adults now. We’re supposed to be tough. Sadly, we may come to associate touch exclusively with sexuality, and we forget that as adults we still need touch as much as we did when we were children. Unfortunately, the elderly are the least touched group in our society. They receive less touch because they are more likely to be living alone.

Simple, loving, human touch can:

o      Reduce anxiety and stress

o      Promote peace of mind

o      Improve our focus and promote a state of mental alertness

o      Enhance our ability to think creatively but calmly

o      Promote a feeling of being cared for and nurtured

o      Help fight off disease by stimulating the immune system

o      Improve our sense of body image

So I ask you to look for ways to increase the amount of touch in your life. How? Here are a few ideas.

  • If you are in a relationship, talk to your partner about your need for touch. If you feel that something is lacking or needs to be changed, change it. Take the initiative. Reach out spontaneously and hold hands. Hold a hug longer than usual. Share a back rub or foot massage.
  • Don’t be shy. Ask for touch. It’s totally okay to say to a friend or loved one, “I need a hug.” And it’s also okay to ask a friend or loved one, “Would you like a hug?” You’ll be surprised at how many people will say yes.
  • Consider regular bodywork / massage. This is not self-indulgent behavior. America lags behind in “well care.” In most of the world, advanced bodywork and massage therapy is integrated into the healthcare system. It should be part of our health care system here too. Shame on us for not recognizing this.
  • If there is an elderly person in your life, don’t be afraid to touch them. A gentle touch to their hands, a caress on the cheek, and the loving embrace of a hug can fill the void of an aching heart. Too many of our parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles face their final years alone. They age alone, their own friends gone, and they live alone too often with only a television for company. Reach out to them. Touch them and give them the compassion they deserve.

How have I increased touch in my life? Every morning, before my wife leaves to go to her office, I give her a hug. We hold the hug to a count of 100. Or more. It’s the best part of my day.

Hugs and nurturing touch to you all,

Fred

p.s. Pinkies – please send extra warmth and love to Fred today as he offers Reiki healings at a conference for victims of clergy abuse. Know that you’re surrounded by Pink energy today, Fred, as you provide safety and wholeness to many who need it.

The Difference Between Depression & Losing Your Mojo

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

depressionA friend of mine lost her ex-husband to suicide this week. (Tears, sadness, and so much empathy).  Every time suicide touches someone I know, I find myself asking, “What could possibly be so bad that you must end it all?”  It’s impossible not to ask “WHY?”  I find so much joy in life and can’t imagine what could make life so unlivable. But of course, as a physician, I know the answer. Mental illness is simply not logical, so trying to apply reason makes no sense. Depression is not a simple case of losing your mojo. It’s dead serious.

Got me thinking about depression and mojo.  For those of us who lose our mojo, how can we sort out whether we’ve got a simple case of lost mojo or a serious case of Major Depression?  While Mojo Monday exericises, Mojo Tips, telling our stories, and Pink community are always a good thing, they’re not meant to gloss over the fact that some pain runs deep, and chemical imbalance in the brain can rob you of your mojo lickety split. So how can you tell the difference?

Signs and Symptoms of Major Depression

  1. You’ve lost the ability to experience joy, even when you’re doing what you most love (we docs call it anhedonia & it’s one of the most reliable symptoms of serious depression).  If you can’t find pleasure in what used to reliably make your heart sing, chances are you’re depressed.
  2. You feel depressed most of the day, nearly every day.
  3. You’ve lost weight without dieting, or you’ve gained weight.
  4. You can’t sleep, or you sleep all the time.
  5. Others notice that you’re agitated or you’ve dramatically slowed down.
  6. You’re fatigued nearly every day.
  7. You experience feelings of worthlessness or guilt nearly every day.
  8. You have trouble concentrating or you’re indecisive nearly every day.
  9. You keep thinking about death, have recurring suicidal thoughts, or have a plan for suicide.

These are modified from the DSM IV criteria for Major Depression, and if you have 5 or more of these symptoms during the same 2 week period, chances are, you’re depressed. To meet criteria, you must experience either #1 or #2.  And it’s key to make sure these symptoms impair your daily life, aren’t the result of some other illness or addiction, and aren’t short-term symptoms related to bereavement (which while similar to depression, has its own category in the DSM IV and usually gets better with time).

Do You Need Help? Treatment Is Out There

Are any of you Pinkies suffering from Major Depression?  If so, please get help. Depression will steal your mojo so fast you won’t know what hit you.  Make sure you find someone loving and compassionate to help you sort out what’s going on, not just someone who’s going to drug you without getting at the root of the whole you.  Treating depression is a whole other topic, but make sure you get someone who looks at the whole picture of who you are. For tips on how to fight depression naturally, read Natural Medicines for Depression.  While natural medicines are great and I’m not a big believer in throwing medications at depression willy nilly, sometimes they’re exactly what you need to help you get your mojo back. They can clear the haze that keeps you from seeing life clearly, so don’t be afraid to take them if it’s what you need.  Once you’re feeling better, you can step back and view the authentic you with more clarity.  Aside from causing you to lose your mojo, depression has also been linked to heart disease, as reported by Mojo Mentor & Pink Wellness Guru Fred Krazeise.  Depression is serious stuff, Pinkies.  Please don’t ignore it. 

Are You Suicidal or Do You Know Someone Who Is?
If you know someone who is suicidally depressed, please read How Do I Help A Suicidal Person? by Mojo Mentor Christa Scalies. If you’ve lost someone you love to suicide, please read Tips For Suicide Survivors. To read about how depression affects your spiritual direction from Shawna Atteberry’s personal account, read Depression and Spiritual Direction.  And if depression is keeping you from getting your mojo back, please get help, dearest Pinkies. For more resources, click here.

If my friend is reading this, I love you, honey, and I’m so sorry for your loss.  If there’s anything I can do, please ask, and know that it’s not your fault.  We are here for you, sweetie.

If any of you have lost loved ones to suicide, love and blessings to you too. My heart goes out to all of you. And if some of you have attempted suicide and survived, we’re so happy you’re here with us to live this beautiful life we’re given.  If anyone reading this is currrently suicidal, PLEASE get help NOW. We love you. We support you. And we want you here in our Pink community for many years to come. May God (who I loving call JABA-Jesus/Jehovah, Allah, Buddha, Athena, etc) bless you all.

With love, healing wishes, and a heavy broken heart,

Lissa