I’ve been undergoing trauma therapy for the past 16 months. I’d had some before, following a head injury in 2006. It was 4 months, several doctors and a fortnight in hospital being told, ‘We can find nothing wrong with you. Go home, and you’ll get better,’ before a counsellor (who had helped me a lot in earlier years) said, ‘This is trauma.’
‘I’ve just learnt a new technique,’ she said. ‘Can I try it on you?’
I was in such a state that I’d have tried anything. I couldn’t walk properly, talk properly or even eat properly. My whole system was slowed down, and I could hardly walk around the house let alone go out and do anything.
Liz started the technique (called EMDR) and, within a minute, I was back in the car accident in which my parents and grandfather died when I was 15 years old – AND in which I had had a very similar head injury.
We did no more ‘EMDR’ that day. But, by two days later, my speech was back to normal. That was the beginning of a long journey, which is by no means finished yet.