Hi AV,

Hey, good for you for trying EMDR. Please let us know how it goes.

Do you have an actual place at home where you curl up when you are feeling particularly beat up? In bed? On the couch with a blankie? When I am feeling a bit overwhelmed, I go to my daughter's room. The colors are nice and I feel protected. Any place like that you go to?

(((Draggers))) Thank you

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its very easy really

Even for a very slow Muppet? Actually T and I worked on it this week and I think we're getting somewhere. At first I tried my lounge which feels pretty safe but I didn't find it easy to hold the image. Then we tried somewhere with a nice rural view of fields of cows and trees etc which was a bit easier for some odd reason.

Hi (((SP))) thank you for your reply. Btw; are you a smiley Gentoo or a smiley rockhopper!!
Like you; I've found it hard so far just to conjure up a safe place. Unfortunately water wouldn't work for me; us muppets aren't too fond of water. How do those polar bears dry all that fur I wonder? All of this EMDR and mindfulness therapy is certainly a voyage of discovery.

(((Liese))) Yay!! You might have given me the answer I need. Why didn't I think of being tucked up in bed? Too blooming obvious probably I really like that idea though; it's something that doesn't take a lot of thought to imagine and it could well be perfect. I'll see what T thinks next week. Thank you!!

AV.

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obscured by krill dribble I fear

krill dribble - that'd make a great character name in a Star Wars movie eh?

Hi AV....I did EMDR beginning my 4th session with T....the whole safe place thing gave me such anxiety, then I decided to choose (1) driving in a car with music on (because I love driving) and (2) a state in the US where I had never been with anyone else, especially those in my family.

I've tried several "safe places" during EMDR...beaches, mountain tops, swimming pools...but the one that stuck with me is pretty obvious. It's my t's office. I just had a real hard time during EMDR to find a safe place and use my imagination...I just needed to open my eyes and look around his office. That seemed to help the most!

I'm a very visual person, too, so I've dreamed up a variety of safe places to go to (to my detriment, it seems, as I can just blackout and go there without a moment's notice...but I digress...)

One of my favorites is a deserted beach. I love being around water. I also have a log cabin in frozen woods and a bench under a great oak tree with the sun setting in the distance. Lately, when I've been feeling particularly bruised, I've been imagining myself nestled against my T's rib cage...which is pretty crazy considering I'm not sure whether my current feeling of safety with him stems from trust or desperation.