Yoga Therapy student by Abigail Weissman, Psy.D.
/Abi, the yoga therapy student
Yay! I love learning!
One of the reasons why I chose to become a psychologist is so that I could deepen my understanding of people and how to support them in becoming their happiest and healthiest selves. I’ve noticed of late that I want to learn different ways to help clients heal from pain in their lives that has put up a barrier to them feeling fabulous.
To me, trauma consists of painful experiences that overwhelm one’s coping skills and strategies. Trauma or traumatic experiences means anything that people have gone through that have impacted them negatively in their lives. It’s the hard stuff that can make life tough. I’m not going to go into all of the possibilities of what trauma can be as people have different responses to similar events.
Although I don’t talk about the “t” word (trauma) very often with clients, I’m always wondering how a client’s life events impacted them. Did it shore up their resiliency? Or did it overwhelm them? Or both or something else? I notice their words as they describe their experience(s). It is also hidden in the places and spaces in between and among the words. Pain linger too in the body and I notice it in session. This is the stuff of sessions: words and somatic (bodily) movement or lack thereof. And it is powerful, all of it.
I have been trained as a talk therapist. This means that I have been trained to use words (and silence) to help clients understand themselves and their situations more clearly than before they came into therapy. I have found talk therapy to be incredibly helpful to me personally and for clients. Talk therapy has supported clients to connect deeply to themselves and to get the insight into their lives that they have longed for and I have seen great healing happen.
As of late, I’ve realized that I want to be able to gain more skills in better helping clients notice and appreciate the wisdom their bodies have to offer.
While I hope to keep learning from all sorts of teachers along the way, I’ve found myself drawn into learning more about a particular school of yoga therapy, Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy (or PRYT), and how the PRYT training can, in their own words, provide “comprehensive education for you to professionally facilitate client-centered, direct, embodied yoga experiences that can radically transform the lives of those you serve.” (from pyrt.com ‘s home page)
Until my connection through PRYT and its teachers, I’ve always thought of yoga to be only about poses. I imagined trim and flexible athletes twisting themselves in pretzels or meditating quietly. I’ve long wanted to enter their world and learn how to be super chill and grounded.
Concerns
I also thought that it was, in a way, appropriating another’s culture. I always felt kind of icky to be yet another white person practicing yoga. I’m still wrestling with being a white person learning about and practicing yoga. I’m talking about my concerns with trusted colleagues and friends, trying to understand the nuances, and will continue to educate myself (through reading and listening) in the complexities.
I have, in the past, skipped past my concerns and gone to quite a few yoga classes at various studios, mostly in the San Francisco Bay Area. I had mixed experiences. Teachers were often fabulous and inspiring and at times, fat phobic, assuming that my big body couldn’t do the poses that the other students could, that I was less flexible, less apt, and certainly always needing to be reminded that it was okay for me to do a modified pose which I found was a way of saying, “you can’t do this one, so don’t even attempt it.” I often was scared that my body really couldn’t learn to do those poses so I kept to my role, my place, if you will, and stopped checking in with my own wisdom about my body to see what it could and couldn’t do, rather kept assuming that I was unable to participate. I was angry and sad, and I was craving a connection to my body and its wisdom that I felt unable to get.
Until the Level 1 training
Dr. Abigail Weissman jumping for joy.