For years now, whenever I have cautioned someone not to teach their grandmother to suck eggs they have been stymied, never having heard that phrase before. Even I never knew where it came from, but
tonight I found it, in Anton Chekhov’s “Selected Stories,” newly translated by Ann Dunnigan, p 43, in the short short story “Surgery.” The dentist says, “Teach your grandmother to suck eggs! Oh Lord the ignorance of the people!” Anton Chekhov ———>
OOBES, ANYONE?
Published January 17, 2016 by Nan MykelMy third book, Shattered Boundaries, is a story about an incest survivor who falls in love with a homosexual who has AIDS and learns to journey out of her body. While on a journey, she runs into “trouble” and as a result stays away from her body too long. When she returns it is to her own funeral. I have been surprised how few people have heard of OOBES, and was glad this week to read The ESP Enigma: The scientific case for psychic phenomenon,” by Diane Hennacy Powell, M.D. Chapter 7 is titled “Was She Out of Her Mind, or Just Out of Her Body?”
I am toying with writing a sequence to my book, involving those characters in addition to a TULPA, but probably even fewer folks know what tulpas are. (Available on Amazon via Create Space}.
Poetics: Persona Poem
Published January 13, 2016 by Nan MykelSource: nanmykel.com
OUT TO GET ME
On the streets of New York
every woman wears a lasso at her side.
She struts her stuff and gives a wink–
or was an eyelash in her eye?
Her beauty lures me to her until I am
the captor, no longer her, and with
my marriage vows in shambles,
she escapes. There ought be a law.
(Idon’t know how to get my poem to you)
My comment would be: When researching for my first book, I read “Men Who Rape,” by Nicholas Groth, and found that many men experience the attractiveness of women as an aggressive magnet used against them.
Question for breakingsarah
Published January 11, 2016 by Nan MykelSarah, do you follow mothersdollfatherstoydotcom (dissociatedsurvivor)? You might want to.
A Show-Off’s Dream
Published January 11, 2016 by Nan MykelThis is about me, of course. A slightly different dream, so I thought I’d share.
I am in front of a room full of people I know and I am reading a poem I have written. While I am still reading they start talking and go on and on so that I lie down. When I waken I realize the voices going on and on are from CNN, which I had left on.
THE GROUCH
Published January 10, 2016 by Nan MykelYou’re too nice. Can’t you see I’m a grouch?
Lazy too, as I crouch on my couch.
I carry spit balls in my pouch,
but I’m the one who first yells “ouch!”
ME, DISSOCIATE?
Published January 10, 2016 by Nan MykelI learned a lot while writing FALLOUT: A Survivor Talks to Incest Offenders. I have two points to make in this post.
First, I did an incredible amount of research and am left with a big box full of articles which I Xeroxed. I hate to just throw them away. If anyone thinks they may write on the subject some day or is just curious, please let me know and I’ll send them to you, USA, post-paid.
Second, I learned that I have a slight tendency to dissociate, at least according to John Brier’s definition of dissociation. He and Runtz (1988) questioned sexually abused and non-abused college women and found that the subjects could be discriminated one from the other group by whether they met Briere’s broad criteria for dissociation, which included “reduced responsiveness,” “spacing out,” “derealization” (experiencing things as unreal), “out-of-body experiences” and “lost time.”
Briere describes spacing-out behavior and disengagement as “withdrawal into a state of affective neutrality, where thoughts and awareness of external events are, in a sense, placed on hold.” These periods usually last from seconds to several minutes. The depth of dissociation in these cases is usually shallow. (Briere, 1992, 37-38, Child Abuse Trauma.
I can remember “going inside” myself but never thought of it as dissociation, which perhaps it was.
At the other end of the continuum, of course, are the much more serious examples of DID, or what used to be called “multiple personality disorder.”
lies
Published January 9, 2016 by Nan MykelFunny Obituary (Mine)
Published January 6, 2016 by Nan MykelA Second Dream Awakening
Published January 4, 2016 by Nan MykelChristmas morning about 5:15 a.m. my unconscious woke me up again, but there was no obvious purpose in it. This time it took the form of one very loud ring, like that of the old-fashioned telephone. To date it haas utilized three loud knocks, a doorbell, a regular phone ring and even my cell phone. Have I got a creative unconscious or a bug in my ear?!
