A digital recreation of a dream I once had while in wet sheets, in which I saw other versions of me in separate membranes

The Wet Sheets

2016 Blog for Mental Health, Inside DID, LGBTQ, Poetry

Warning: this piece contains strong language

A sliver of glass

I leapt

from my Father’s

eye reflecting

a Mother that

didn’t exist.

Cigarette butts rose

to Heaven, thunder

formed my torso.

Dust blew through an

umbilicus and

collected to

form fingers

and lips.

Here is my birth:

In the ghettos of

Charleston my

Daddy beat off

and I coagulated

on the ceiling.

Now bound in

cords of placenta

endorphin seeps

through

my veins

and I breath.

Rob Goldstein – 1986-2019

 

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25 thoughts on “The Wet Sheets”

      1. It captures the isolation, the parts of self, fragmentation, yet since they are all in bubbles the same way, it shows they are connected. There’s a lot going on, but not in an eye-boggling way. Plus the “content” would still be understood if part was covered by title text. It would be a great book cover.

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    1. Thanks Danica.

      I was once so violently dissociated that I was wrapped in sheets.

      It was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

      I think it provided me with wet sheets made me feel contained which is an important thing to someone who has never experienced being held as a soothing experience.
      As the sheets warmed I regressed.

      I wrote the first draft of that poem shortly after I was released.

      It’s a shame that people no longer have access to Freudian based treatment facilities that favor direct
      interventions over medication.

      All treatment options must be available as a matter of course.

      Psychiatry is the only field of medicine in which almost a century
      of research and successful practice were completely discarded because
      HMO’s don’t want to cover mental health care.

      Prior to the wet sheets my life was constantly disrupted by a demanding and
      dangerously suicidal alternate. After the Wet sheets the switches to this
      alternate stopped and I gained more access to my intellect.

      That 45 minutes alone and regressed did more to heal me than a lifetime on psychotropics.

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      1. What an incredibly amazing experience! Thank you so much for sharing, Rob. I’m very happy that you were helped so much and that you were able to make great strides in healing.

        You’re an articulate and passionate advocate. The world needs more people like you. 🙂

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      2. When I see the ‘nothing’ that we call psychiatry today and compare it with the dedicated work that people did with me in the 1980’s my heart aches for those people whose suffering may never end because today psychiatry does what’s cheap instead of what’s right.

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