Thanking my “lucky” stars:
An extraordinary celestial event one night in the spring of 1998 saved my life
SOME BACKGROUND
One of my own near attempts at suicide happened when I became frustrated with a medical system that was completely unresponsive to me. I had been in therapy for nearly two years, having started primarily to find ways of coping with the pressure of teaching a heavy load of classes in my first full time job, and working to finish my dissertation. And in the middle of all that, I also began recovering memories of childhood sexual abuse.
Complicating that, I was unaware that I was coping with ADHD (diagnosed a few years later, at age 45, after reading Sari Solden’s Women with Attention Deficit Disorder.) My “stress reduction” therapy, however, ultimately led to revelations of repressed memories of a traumatic childhood, and that took over my life, overwhelming me.
That night I knew I was on the verge and I called around trying to get help, but nobody took me seriously. A few weeks before that I had voluntarily admitted myself to a psych ward as the pressure of dealing with recovering memories of my childhood became intense. What I needed most of all was someone to tell my story to, who would listen to and comfort me in a knowledgeable way. The 50 minutes I had with my…
