When I was 18 and had been assaulted in an elevator by a complete stranger, I was desperately looking for things I could control in my life. I felt like everything I understood to be true was no longer so. Things like: if you treat others well, others will treat you well. Kind of the basics of sanity really.
Looking back I can see that the two things I grabbed and ‘controlled’ were my own emotions: I’m absolutely fine! (An utterly false ‘control’ of course – much more of an ignoring and suppression.)
And the second was how what had happened to me made other people feel, specifically the people I cared about.
I didn’t want them to be upset or sad or scared because of me.
Good people don’t make other people feel bad.
Or so my logic went at the time.
So I spent an inordinate amount of energy convincing people I was fine until I had numbed every nerve in my body.
I remember lying in the bathtub late one evening and thinking how my skin couldn’t feel anything, including the heat of the water. I resisted the urge many times to test that theory by hurting myself.
Now, so many years later, I can see clearly that numbness was not the absence of feeling, but the overwhelming of it. So much so bottled up.
And sometimes the safest way to feel those feelings is to share the privilege of them with others.