Book of the Weeks 3/27-4/9/2017: The Body Keeps The Score

Book of the Weeks 3/27-4/9/2017

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Hello again Lovelies!

It’s Monday. The other Monday, that is. Which means it’s time to announce my book of the weeks.

If you missed the Book of the Weeks 3/13-3/26/2017, click here to read my review of ‘Fig’ by Sarah Elizabeth Schantz along with an exclusive bonus interview with author Sarah Schantz. You definitely don’t want to miss reading her thoughtful answers.

This week, I am taking a break from the beautiful escapism of fiction to introduce you to what I consider to be the definitive text on PTSD. Sorry guys, no author interview this time, but read on; The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel van der Kolk is a book which should sit on every curious learner’s bookshelf.

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Mommy Marching with PTSD

How one Mama overcame her Post Traumatic Stress symptoms to march against Trump with her daughter

I have seen a lot of photos from the various Sister Marches since marching the Womxn’s March on Seattle this past Saturday.  You’ve probably seen my favorite, it’s the one showing a sign that says, “So bad, even introverts are here.” I can relate to this one because there are few events on this planet that contain large crowds and also contain me.  At least since developing PTSD.  Before PTSD, I used to attend concerts constantly.  I was a regular presence at every local Summer festival, and even traveled to Oregon and California to attend O Fair and the Rainbow Gathering one happy year past.  I had no problem with large crowds.  I remember skipping through Folklife wearing a ragged, oversized striped sweater over a vintage wedding dress, scanning the crowd for friends even though this act may have led me to make eye contact with a stranger (horror of all horrors)!  This past Saturday, I scanned the crowd a bit, but only because I had developed PTSD Survival Skill: “Target Skipping.”

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