A walk with Ellevie


Welcome,




Come walk with me a while . . .


I have a story to tell you.



A walk with Ellevie

In September 1977, it was predicted that this story
will be made into a movie one day and I believe it will. 
There were other predictions made on that day as well - which materialized.
It is an incredible story but back then  no one believed her - even I.







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Continue to walk with Ellevie:
Page two

Page three

A Confession

(under construction)
   
Why tell the story:  Repressed Memories

The story and treatment in  brief:  Amnesia  
There were happy and comforting moments along the way:
 Can whales hear us cry?                 


PREAMBLE


What is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

Post-traumatic stress disorder, often abbreviated as PTSD, is a complex disorder in which the affected person's memory, emotional responses, intellectual processes, and nervous system have all been disrupted by one or more traumatic experiences. It is sometimes summarized as "a normal reaction to abnormal events." The  DSM-IV-TR  (the professional's diagnostic manual) classifies PSTD as an anxiety disorder.


How to Define Trauma?

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders DSM-IV defines a traumatic experience as one that involves a threat of death or serious injury and inspires intense fear, helplessness, or horror. The victim may experience the trauma directly, witness it first hand, or be confronted with it in some other way.


ADULTS AT WAR

War Veterans and Post Traumatic Stress

For the general population, repressed memories, amnesia, post traumatic stress,   are  phenomenons that are not well understood.  And not surprisingly because until a few years ago most professionals - doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists and therapists did not understand it either.  Many did not explore the signs and symptoms.  Some did not believe it existed.
 
For these reasons I want to begin this story with some examples that might help everyone understand the mechanism of repressed memories and amnesia and what triggers post traumatic stress.  I want to speak about war veterans.

While post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) was not officially recognized as a clinical condition until 1980's,  there has been some studies of the symptoms in earlier conflicts
of wars prior to Vietnam.

The National Center for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder estimates that one of every 20 World War II veterans suffered from PTSD and had symptoms such as bad dreams, irritability and flashbacks.


It is estimated that more than 15 percent of all male veterans who served in Vietnam were diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder in a 1986-1988 study by the National Vietnam Veterans Readjustment Survey.

Thanks to Vietnam War Veterans, we learned of the miseries of wars and how it affected the sordiers.  It was due to Vietnam War Veterans that psychiatrists and psychologists began to understiand and study more seriously PTSD.  (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)

Vietnam War Veterans did not internalize their pains as well as World War II Veterans and many veterans came home unable to adjust to the life they knew before the war.  Many came home to fight another war:  A
war on addiction to drugs and alcohol.   For many veterans drug use was the escape of choice from the painful memories of war. 

Today, forty years after the end of the Vietnam war, many veterans are still marked by emotional scars even though some help with therapy and prescription drugs have been available to them.

World War II Veterans did not speak of their experiences.  They worked, they drank, they lived with their horrible nightmares, but they never told anyone.  They suffered in silence.  Fifty years later when asked about history, the old men cried.   Sixty years later, they still cried.  Some sobbed uncontrollably remembering the awful memories of war.  Most of these men lived and died with their secrets untold.

These men, honorable veterans of wars, went to war as adults, knowing they could be wounded and even killed.  And they went to war as willing adults ready to die for their country.  And those  who came back - came back with a broken soul - unable to speak of their experiences  Trying to forget what they saw - what they suffered.  They buried themselves in their work, in booze, and in drugs.
These are facts

(Some of the above information was taken  from a 2005 article compiled by
SF Chronicle staff writer Jack Epstein and Chronicle researcher Johnny Miller)


Important to note

As we know, wars are horrible conflicts that damage and kill more people than any other human interactions.  However, for the purpose of this paper and to bring awareness to children growing up with repressed memories and post traumatic stress, it is important to point out that in adult wars, most injuries are perpetrated by enemies.

In children, 95% of severe traumas are perpetrated by a respected person of authority - most often a parent - leaving a child without support or protection.



CHILDREN AT WAR

What happens to children at war?

Children in extremely abusive environment are children at war much like adults at war.   Some die from the abuse and a nation grieve for them. 

And, some survive . . .   

What happens to the child that barely survived?

While the adult veteran of war comes home to a hero's welcome, no one knows about the
child veteran that barely survived a comparable trauma.

This is what this site is about.  A look at the child that barely survived and managed to grow from childhood to teenager, into adulthood and finally, at the end of her life as a senior citizen.  Despite the ignorance of the medical profession on the subject of repressed memory, amnesia and post traumatic stress, without the use of drugs or alcohol, she survived it all.  You will be surprised to learn who helped her along the way.
 

By telling Ellevie's story, this author's goal is to educate.



Because my native tongue is not English, you will find some typographical or grammar errors that I will be glad to correct upon receiving your note.   E-mail

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Continue to walk with Ellevie:

Page two

Page three

(under construction)
   
Why tell the story:    Repressed Memories

The story and treatment in  brief:    Amnesia  

There were happy and comforting moments along the way:       Can whales hear us cry?                 



Between the verses from
"You'll Never Walk Alone" and  "My Way"
is a lifetime.



      "You'll Never Walk Alone"

When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart               
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone. 
                             Rodgers & Hammerstein’s classic from
                             “Carousel,” “You’ll Never Walk Alone.”    
                                


I never walked alone because . . .



She
                                        lives



There could be no better words to end a lifetime and one of the greatest stories ever told.

My way

And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets I've had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes there were times I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all
And I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a woman what has she got
If not herself then she has not
To say the things she truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way

Yes it was my way



My Way Songwriters:
Jacques Revaux,  Paul Anka (Eng Lyr) Gilles Thibaut, Claude Francois.


(Yes, I did it my way because there were no other ways)






Hear Andrea Bocelli sing
"My Way"



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Healers of the Soul
Can whales
 hear us cry?
Walk with me
Harmful treatment of the innocents
Ellevie











Ellevie



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Understanding Repressed Memories

A Walk with Ellevie (Page two)

A Walk with Ellevie (Page three)

Can Whale hear us cry?

Anatomy of Amnesia

Oprah and Post Traumatic Stress

Peace on Earth








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