Some years ago, I visited a hypnotist in an effort to stop chewing my nails. The habit had become so ingrained that I didn't even know when I was doing it.
Well, I was a wiliing patient, and the lady hypnotist led me down into a beautiful imaginery garden, filled with flowers and birds where I could be at peace. She got me totally relaxed, and explained that she was going to see if there were any concealed anxieties that were causing me to be a plucker of my nails, which, she said, could be a sign of a repressed memory.
I attended for several weeks, by which time I had told her every fleeting thought that was taking place within my mind. She pursued all sorts of avenues, and I told her, in my dreamlike state, of how I imagined I had been chased by my grandfather when he had been annoyed with me, how I sat as a small child on my fathers lap and pulled his nose, how I enjoyed climbing into my parents bed with them on a Saturday morning.
The upshot of all of this was that the therapist told me that SHE knew what was wrong, but I had to discover the truth for myself. Great.
So, I went to see her a few more times. We talked a lot about my fathers nose. What colour was it? How long was it? Was I frightened of my fathers "nose"? Now I'm getting the picture, isn't a nose a sort of phallic object?
Why also was I being chased by my grandfather, what did he want from me? When he caught me, did he lay down on top of me? Hmm, was I a potential victim of some serious assault here?
OK, this climbing into my parents bed, now, isn't this unusual for a BOY to be doing this?
So now a picture is evolving. Am I a victim of sexual abuse? Am I repressing terrible memories? My God, surely not!
After a few weeks of wracking my brains and "opening myself" I was no nearer to finding a repressed memory. The fact is that I had always made a game of pulling my fathers nose, in fact he had always been a most amiable father, right up until he became a witness when I was aged 8 years.
Funny that, I was 8 years old when I started to bite my nails, just about the time we became JW's...could there be a connection?
So how about being chased by my grandfather? A little family history revealed that my grandfather had his leg amputated shortly after my birth, so that had to be a false memory, unless he could hop faster than I could run.
And climbing into my parents bed? That too stopped when I was age 8, we were up early to go on the magazine work!
So, after my own experiences, I have come to the conclusion that what we have stored in our memories is a mixture of fact, fantasy and fear,just like the 3 situations just mentioned, and that these key ingredients can be mixed up, by our own desire, to produce whatever cake it is that we want others to consume.
Personally, I have my doubts that repressed memories of child abuse are accurate. If they are, IMHO then the number of persons with TRUE repressed memories is likely to be only a small percentage of those who claim to have had their repressed memories uncovered by hypnotherapy.
Englishman.
Edited by - Englishman on 13 October 2002 13:49:29