Just today during a PTSD episode, my husband laid his hand on my head as I lay paralysed & tingling. In that moment, I began sobbing. I suddenly remembered times as a child when such would happen and I’d be punished, told i was too dramatic or sensitive, and then left alone to cry it out. Or until I could “stop acting like that”.
I needed nurture. My husband’s hand resting on my head brought all of that to the surface and helped me see and release things that has been stored