I was a massage therapist for 13 years starting 1993. My principal teacher had previously been an ER nurse and had been involved in a cult in a different state, so she was intuitively familiar with some more dramatic life situations. She also had taken the vow of the bodhisattva and was a licensed Doula.
Classes were on weekends. Friday evenings to Sunday evenings. The location was 70 miles from my apartment so sometimes I slept over. I was still working full time, just divorced, parents had just died, and my corporate job was going away. It was a stressful time.
After the first month we came in one Friday and all we did that evening was to take turns sharing what was going on in our lives. All of it, lots of tears and emotion. It was wrenching for most of us and to my surprise all were going through similar (or worse) experiences. After we were through late in the evening she called for pizza, and we had a great dinner with some wine and beer. The next morning when we started work and when it was time to work on each other it was a whole new experience. We all carried a new understanding of and compassion for each other. It was a compassion that she also encouraged us to have with our future clients.
I don’t like the thought of having to continually talk about those times in my life that have been scary, hard, harrowing and just plain awful. I have dealt with those situations, and it takes me out of the present. It is bad that people online are being lied to and agitated simply to fuel the money and anger needs of others.
We have all hurt, lost people, been abused and suffered. Some of us choose not to live the memory of that daily so that we can mold today in something pleasurable.