Synchronized Swimmers

Reflections on Gold, SEA Games Synchronised Swimmers

Watching the girls’ routine during the Games, their reactions upon winning, and then this reflective piece describing the entire process, this somehow felt reminiscent of therapy to me. The metaphors and allusions and perfect descriptions of drowning are something I can relate easily too, even though I’m by no means a synchronised swimmer.


 

 

 

Ministry of Community, Culture and Youth (August 20th 2017)

Watching the girls’ routine during the Games, their reactions upon winning, and then this reflective piece describing the entire process, this somehow felt reminiscent of therapy to me. The metaphors and allusions and perfect descriptions of drowning are something I can relate easily too, even though I’m by no means a synchronised swimmer.

In therapy, your heart beats fast too. From fear and from anxiety and the knowledge of your extreme vulnerability. That if this doesn’t work, you’d be stuck in your own personal hell – drowning and flailing for air – for who knows how long.

I suppose that’s how it always feels like under the water. Perspective gets thrown out the window. Time slows down. Your brain screams out for air and for saving. You feel your limbs get heavy and your chest go tight. Sometimes you can’t even tell the difference between up and down. The surface seems immeasurably further away then it did when you were above water.

And somehow jumping into the water is supposed to still be a key to victory. Therapy is supposed to ‘heal’ and to ’empower’. Processing traumatic material is supposed to unchain you from your burdensome past. Sometimes knowing you’re not alone in the process of therapy work marks the difference between fighting on and giving up.

Sometimes I forget that my friends, my family, (probably not my nation), my coach (therapist), my team (multidisciplinary), my peers (in support group) are all there rooting voraciously for me. Even when the sound of their cheers have become so muted and faraway; from under my water.



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