Trauma recovery is not a belief system, moral stance, prescription, or a choice based on what feels convenient, politically aligned, or socially condoned. Recovery is about learning, often the hard way, what my nervous system actually needs in order to move toward health rather than collapse.
What it needs is highly specific.
After psychiatric abuse, non-consensual surgery, and the institutional betrayal that followed, my capacity for social engagement was profoundly impaired. Authority became dangerous. Medical settings became dangerous. Male power in particular became fused with violation, dismissal, and threat. That learning did not happen in thought. It happened in my body, in real time, under real harm.
You do not undo that kind of injury with ideas, avoidance, or by telling yourself a better story.
From a Relational Neuroscience perspective, what was learned in relationship has to be repaired in relationship. Slowly, repeatedly, with real people, under real conditions that contradict the original harm.
For me, that includes safe connections with men, especially men in positions of power such as doctors and other professionals. This is not a preference. It is not a philosophical position. It is what my body requires in order to reestablish a basic sense of safety in the world I actually live in.
When I am with a male doctor who is respectful, boundaried, attentive, and collaborative, something shifts. My vigilance eases. I can stay present. I can think and speak without bracing. My body learns, again and again, that authority does not have to mean harm and that proximity does not have to mean violation.
That is how the social engagement network comes back online after betrayal trauma. Not through isolation, but lived experiences that reliably contradict what the body was forced to learn.
Avoiding men would not protect me. It would freeze the injury in place. It would narrow my world and reinforce the same patterns of threat and separation that nearly destroyed my health. A nervous system does not recover by shrinking. It recovers by carefully, deliberately expanding under conditions of real safety.
This is not a universal prescription. Other nervous systems need other things. That is the entire point. There is no one-size-fits-all recovery path. The work is learning how to listen to what your own system is asking for, understanding why, and honoring that as your capacity allows.
And capacity changes.
As my capacity improves, my nervous system is already asking for more. Things I don’t particularly want to have to do. Things that are tiring just to contemplate. Like speaking to large audiences again.
I have done that before, with hundreds of people. It’s been a long time, but the idea itself doesn’t worry me. What overwhelms me is the distance between here and there. The many steps required to rebuild the ability to organize, to gather people, to move within a community again.
That kind of engagement used to be central to my life. Grassroots work, organization building, multiple circles, and different purposes, all aimed at making things better. Connection multiplied, momentum happened, and change started to take shape.
What made it work was not me alone. It was the connections between people. I invested in others. I helped where I could. I treated people like human beings. And when I needed help, the community responded in ways I never could have planned. Sometimes it felt like magic. Other times it was a hard-earned victory.
That capacity was taken from me through medical and psychiatric abuse. Rebuilding it now requires listening closely to what my body needs, even when I don’t like the answer, when I’m tired, and when I’ve already done versions of this work before.
My quality of life depends and longevity depend on this. That’s not hyperbole, but biology.
So I am learning to listen more carefully to what my nervous system tells me about people, environments, and systems, and to what supports life and what leads back to collapse.
This is how I make my way back to some semblance of health and well-being. Not by choosing what is prescribed or easiest, but by honoring what my nervous system says is necessary.


