My Early Lesson in Holding on and Letting go

Pastel Chalk on black paper with Alien

My fear of alien creatures began when I was 8 years old.   I woke terrified, from a deep sleep in the shared  bedroom with my 3 year-old brother.  Ricky was sound asleep in his bed  by the door;  my bed on the opposite wall.  If I stretched really far I could almost touch him as he slept.  I preferred sleeping on my right side; more comforting with my back to the wall facing Rick and seeing the door.

I woke up suddenly.  The room was pitch black, the house totally quiet. I was gripped with terror.  My left hand was holding on tight to another hand that belonged to a creature under my bed.  I was desperate  to let go of that hand but afraid if I did the creature would leave and no one would believe that it had been under my bed.  An eternity passed before I could no longer stand the terror and dropped the hand.

The tingling started almost immediately.  Strange electric currents began shooting up my arm.  Too late. The creature had  already left its mark on a young psyche.

I sometimes will click on an unknown link that hit my blog.  Today I clicked on http://cgoverts.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-z-senses.html

Turned out to be Claire’s Writing Log. Her post was interesting and very well written.  This passage brought back a flood of memory:

“Proprioception is our body’s way of determining location of our body parts relative to other parts and objects around us. This is what tells us that our arm is resting against a surface, perhaps the arm rest of an easy chair. This is something that we can notice the absence of. When I was younger I used to toss and turn at night, and there were a few times I had pinched a nerve in my arm. With me having been asleep it was past the point of simple tingling that usually happens. I couldn’t feel my arm at all, and I didn’t know where it was because the nerves in said arm weren’t communicating that information back. I had to find that arm with my other arm, and once I massaged the feeling back in it was fine. But it was the weirdest sensation to not know where a limb was.”

Thanks Claire.  It’s nice to have a bedfellow.

P.S.  Claire’s post is very interesting – about senses beyond taste, touch, smell, sight, sound –  pain, proprioception and balance.  

take a look http://cgoverts.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-z-senses.html