Buried Treasure E-Book

Addline Bova

• Herausgeber: BooxAi
• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

A 4 year old girl is used for her purity and innocence by the people that she trusts the most. Not all are performing the act, they just aren't helping. Now, a married mother of 2, she starts unconsciously lashing out at the people that love her. Years of therapy uncover the truth and earn her the diagnosis of Dissociative Identity Disorder, PTSD, Anxiety and Depression. Will she uncover the events that can make her whole?

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BURIED TREASURE

Addline Bova

Buried Treasure

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ISBN: 978-965-578-008-6

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BURIED TREASURE

ADDLINE BOVA

Preface byMIRKO PAVLEK

CONTENTS

Preface

1. Autumn

2. My Sister

3. Emme and Lily

4. Mae

5. Betsy

6. Rikki

7. Lady Maybelline

8. Amanda

PREFACE

Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder is characterized by two or more distinct personality states and recurrent, unexplained gaps in recall of everyday functioning (DSM V). It is believed to emerge as a defense against unbearable terror, caused by recurring and severe sexual, mental and physical abuse in childhood, where the fragile ego self splits, unable to cope with psychic pain. The fragmented selves become complex, multi-layered personality structure with distinct identities who have unique names, age and their own memory structures and thinking patterns. Those identities are referred to as Alters. The Alters are able to take control over the primary identity and cause loss of personal agency, gaps in memory and change in behavior of the individual.

Shortly after I started working with Addie in therapy, she would spontaneously shift into deep dissociative states and stay there sometimes for the duration of the whole session. She would come back and resume normal functioning as if nothing had happened. After some time, once trust was established, she confessed that she had many experiences where she would lose a sense of time and a sense of self. She shared a story of finding herself on the swing in the playground, not knowing how she got there, or a story of finding herself strangely dressed and with make-up, not knowing how that happened. Her husband confirmed that and shared his own accounts of similar events. At that point, I realized that Addie has DID, and we started introducing a trance state to explore alternate selves. Addie would easily go in the trance dissociative state but was not connecting verbally while in the trance state. On the other hand, nonverbal communication was very strong. I would respond to nonverbals by gently talking to Addie and in that way, I would stay connected to her. Her nonverbal feedback assured me that we were connected. Somewhere along the way, while we discussed that, the idea for Addie to start automatic writings was suggested, and she embraced it enthusiastically. The Alters and their secrets started emerging through writing. Some of them shy, some of them raw and detailed, some of them full of rage and hatred. Some of them would overlap in their stories, giving a different perspective of the same event. The awareness that they all belong to the same body and same soul became the common contextual framework and a goal that governed the process.

The “Buried Treasure” is the result of that process. Most of the writing was preserved in the original form with minimal editing in order to portray a realistic experience of a fragmented and confused mind with overlapping memories.

The following is her and her Alters story.

Mirko Pavlek, LCSW-R

1

AUTUMN

As miserable and traumatic as it was, I would not have changed anything that happened in my first eighteen years of life. Each action was a result of some other and then the end was finally the end. The only difference is that I wanted my heart and brain to forget what my remaining body had endured. My story was my own and FINALLY, someone was willing to listen. Praise God someone was willing to help me clear my brain of the misery. Little did I know that my heart was taking care of itself.

My choice to continue telling my story led to the severing of the vicious chain of events from being repeated in another generation. I was not going to be the next animal to terrorize a young person. I chose to tell anyone that would listen until I did not have to carry the memories around with me for the rest of my life. That is when I found Sam. He listened without judgement and helped me to unload the clutter and to let it go. There is still some work to do, but I am confident that it will get done. Every person on earth, I believe, was placed here for a purpose. The extent of my purpose, I do not know, and only time will tell.

I was born at Moses Ludington Hospital in Ticonderoga, NY, in the summer of nineteen sixty-nine. I was the second child to my mother, Babette. I was the first and only between my mother and my biological father. Now you may need to grab a pen and paper because my family tree has many branches and is very confusing. I went home with my mother to a one-bedroom apartment on Grace Avenue, Montcalm Street, or somewhere in between, I think. I do have a very vague memory of sharing her bed at that place, but not sure since I was also just getting around at that point on my incredibly young feet.

I say that I was the second child to my mother as she, at the time of my birth, had a son, Robert, who was born profoundly retarded and was newly institutionalized in Tupper Lake, NY. I then did not know about him. It was much, much later that I did. Robert was a result of a relationship with my stepfather’s brother. It was fifteen or so years before I met him. Any earlier would have been inappropriate since speaking of anyone that is "retarded" was considered taboo.

My mom and biological father had a relationship that was less than ethical as my father was already married. The story that is told is that I was conceived behind a cemetery vault during a “play date.” My father, by this time, had been married awhile to another woman and had three boys and one daughter already that I knew then about. I still do not understand. I think of myself as a product of a careless circumstance since there did not seem to be any love between them. He came and went as he wanted. I truly did not know about him until I was in Junior high school. Then only because he helped to buy my prom dress, never did he show any interest in getting to know me.