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Where to Begin? Integrated Bodywork.

Jade Sylvan - Monday, June 29, 2009
I'm not a newbie when it comes to Complimentary Health Care. I've had massages before and know that lavender is a calming aromatherapeutic scent. I've meditated for upwards of thirty minutes and I'm an impressively intermediate yoga practitioner.

But when Richard gave me the rundown of all the different services offered at MTW, I felt like I was taking a test for a foreign language class I never attended. CranioSacral Therapy? Abhyanga Massage? Neuromuscular Facilitation? I didn't know how to decide where to start.

One modality in particular caught my attention.  Integrated Bodywork.  According to the therapists, this is MTW's most popular service.  When I asked Richard to explain what it was, he told me its basis is traditional Therapeutic Massage.  The difference is Integrated Bodywork combines Therapeutic Massage with Bodywork techniques designed to lengthen muscles, relax tense regions of the body, and release trigger points, if present. It is an intuitive and  highly customized massage experience.

My therapist for my first Integrated Bodywork Massage was Patience Williams.  When we met, Patience struck me immediately as an extremely bright and funny woman.  We talked briefly about books, blogging, and the future of communications.  We compared stories from our respective trips to Paris, and an agreed that most Americans don't take enough time to sit down and really enjoy their meals.

Patience has been blind most of her life.  Her service dog, a serene black lab named Toby, waited beside her as we humans talked about what I hoped to get out of my massage.  It had been difficult for me to sit at my home computer for even an hour at a time.  My shoulders and neck would tighten up and I would get a terrible headache, like I was wearing an elastic headband eight sizes too small.  It's no wonder this happened.  Each day while I sit hunched over my laptop pounding away whatever nonsense is momentarily so important, my body has been creating specific "holding patterns" to support me in this unnatural, curled-up pose.  I like to call my posture when I'm at my computer the "T-Rex Position." 



I lay down on the table and Patience began to work on me while Toby chilled out in the corner.  The first thing she said to me as her hands touched my back was "Just relax and let me do the work."  I instantly felt the tension I had been carrying in my shoulders dissipate.  It wasn't a huge change, but it was something.  That feeling of letting go and allowing someone else to take care of your body is an enormous relief in itself.  Walking around tense all day takes its toll on you, and receiving a massage allows your to rest truly, to let someone else "drive" for the moment.  The palpable release in my muscles the first moment the therapist's hands touch my skin seems like half the battle.  For a moment I did not feel like I have to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders anymore.

In this specific, Jade version of Integrative Bodywork, Patience combined Swedish relaxation techniques (for general tenseness) with Russian Sports Massage, Deep Tissue, and Injury Massage (for the deep, painful patterns in my shoulders, hip, and knees) and added some Craniosacral Therapy at the end (for neck, shoulder, and head pain related to alignment and tension). 

It was interesting how much I noticed the different modalities even during the course of the massage.  There were times the Russian Sports and Deep Tissue aspects of the bodywork were so intense I found myself holding my breath until they were over.  As she was tracing the line of my erector muscles (the muscles running up either side of the spine that really feel the effects of being hunched over a computer for nine hours a day), I could feel the muscle start to spasm, afraid to let go.  When this happened I could feel the erector twitching and her hands being "thrown" to one side or the other, as though my brain was saying "I don't know if it's safe to let go.  Get out!"  A credit to Patience's skill, she rearranged my shoulder and came at the stubborn muscle from several angles until she was able to perform the therapy all the way through. 

Several aspects of this massage hurt, but in that "good pain" sort of way.  I could feel deep-seated tensions being addressed that had been buried for months or even years.  It occurred to me at one point as I felt my left hip begin to release that this really is physical therapy.  Many of these procedures are more like treatments than "services," as I had been calling them up until then.

After an intense fifty minutes, Patience finished my massage by gently cradling the back of my head and neck in her palms.  I wasn't sure what was happening, but it was relaxing not to have to worry about anything, not even holding my head up.  It was that same sense of release I described experiencing when we first began, only deepened and heightened after nearly an hour of bodywork.  I tried to imagine what sort of energetic significance this cradling of my head was supposed to represent.

"Wow," said Patience.  "You respond really well to CranioSacral."

"Huh?" I said, still half-dazed from all the endorphins.  "Cranio-Whatal?"

"It's the subtle manipulation of the meninges, upper vertebrae, and bones of the skull.  It helps with alignment and tension.  You're very receptive to it.  There's no resistance like there was when I was working on your back."

Patience and Toby left me to reconfigure and get dressed.   I felt literally light-headed.  Not only was I still flying from the endorphins and toxins that had just been released into my blood system, but my neck and shoulders felt like they had shed a fifty-pound weight. 

That afternoon as I sat at my computer and began to work, the difference was striking.  Usually I sit with a bottle of ibuprofen at my right hand, but I worked all afternoon with barely any pain.  Most impressively, the terrible headache that had made it impossible to work seemed to have dissipated completely.  I was truly clear-headed for the first time in weeks.

Even days later, I can still feel the benefits of the Integrated Bodywork.  The headache is still greatly improved, and my shoulders are much more relaxed.  The experience of Bodywork and Massage Therapy is valuable not only for the immediate physical relief it brings, but it also helps with general awareness of your body, its needs, and counter-productive habits.  Since I spoke with Patience and Richard, I have been much more aware of my "T-Rex" holding pattern, and have made an effort to vary my working posture and take more time to stretch.  Before, I felt like a dinosaur.  Now I'm on the way to feeling human.

Nice to Meet You

Jade Sylvan - Thursday, June 25, 2009
Hi there. My name is Jade.  I came to Massage Therapy Works this spring searching for a natural solution to a vast range of health issues. 

Like many people of my generation, I feel like I grew up in a doctor's office. I love my parents and I know they meant well, but it seemed like every week I was excused from school for another appointment. Asthma, a deviated septum, hyper-flexibility along with deformed femurs leaving my knees wobbly and wont to dislocate at the slightest provocation, bad eyesight (a prescription of nearly -5 before I was in high school), and eczema. My airborne allergies were so severe and wide-ranging they would incapacitate me with sinus headaches and breathing problems, and I was also born with severe food allergies to peanuts, walnuts, and pecans, making every unaccounted-for brownie a possible vehicle for a poison that could send me into anaphylactic shock and, if untreated, possible death.

If the above description does not do me justice, suffice it to say, I was a classic geek.

And like the responsible, middle-class, eighties parents they were, Mom and Dad dutifully brought me to specialists who poked, prodded, injected, and medicated me. I've taken some form of allergy medicine every day since I was in third grade. Both my knees have been operated on, leaving the right weak (it makes some sort of weird rice-krispy noise every time I straighten it), and the left painful and uncomfortable (I have to stop about every ten steps and crack this kneecap back into place, and there's always a shooting, sciatica-like pain up and down my left leg).

Because I didn't have enough complications in my life, when I was in high school, the psychiatric diagnoses began.

I have been diagnosed with the following:


(I'm pretty sure if I hadn't been such a bright kid, I would have been diagnosed with ADD as well, but at least I dodged being dosed with speed for the majority of my childhood. A lot of kids my age weren't so lucky.)

There's a lot of intrigue about Tourette's, most of it based in how rare it is and how sensational it appears from the outside. I'll write a post solely on my Tourette's Syndrome soon, but honestly, out of all these diagnoses, it's the one that's interfered with my life the least.

I've been on every antidepressant that was in vogue from 1998-2005. Prozac, Zoloft, Wellbutrin, Lexapro, etc. Some made me gain weight, some made me lose weight, and Zoloft took away my big-ten school alcohol tolerance, making me, for a time, a very cheap date. None of them did much for my symptoms.

The year after I graduated college, I stayed in the town waiting for my then-boyfriend to graduate, working at a women's shelter, and writing. I was coming out of one of the darkest periods of inexplicable depression in my life - one where I couldn't get out of bed to go to my last few summer classes or my volunteer jobs, and couldn't fall asleep without drinking myself there. I wasn't even twenty-three yet. I knew I couldn't live my life like this.

I decided to use this "extra" year in my college town to find a way to "get well". At the time, my depression was the most crushing of my medical problems. I had had zero luck with traditional psychologists and counselors, so I sought out a holistic therapist I had met at a sustainable design summer program a few years earlier. Her name was Syndee, and I believe she helped save my life.

At each of our meetings, Syndee would make me tea sweetened with stevia. We would talk about my depression, my family, and my fears. We connected my depression to my OCD, and also found correlations to my breathing problems. "You have all of this weight on you," she would say. "Of course you can't breathe."

Syndee did not shy away from bringing in myth and spirituality to our talks, but also spoke of serotonin and biological imbalances. Instead of medication, she suggested dietary changes. Her treatments also involved meditation and an acupressure-based tapping technique she called EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique).

I was a cynical kid by nature, and I admit I went along with all of it at first wearing a half-sneer behind my earnestness.

But as the weeks went on, I realized my depression and fear were subsiding. I couldn't explain it, but after a few months with Syndee, I was freer from these demons than I could ever remember being. They had haunted me since I was a child, and now I was finally beginning to see the world from outside of their shadow.

I even overcame some longtime crushing phobias. Before Syndee, I couldn't get on a plane without crying and worrying constantly for weeks beforehand, sometimes months. It was so bad I used to avoid flying altogether. I took a train from Chicago to San Francisco and a boat across the Atlantic ocean just to avoid getting on an airplane. After my work with Syndee, I'm able to fly many times a year with only minimal discomfort.

Syndee was my introduction to Complimentary Health Care, which I'm going to abbreviate here as CHC, since it's something I'll be typing a lot, and the last thing I need added to my list of health concerns is carpel tunnel. I have since decided to seek out CHC for many of my other chronic ailments.

In the hustle and bustle of Boston, I let my health slip by the wayside as I pursued other goals. My knees were falling apart, my overcompensating hip hurt so bad that I couldn't sleep, and my allergies left me with a persistent rattling cough and asthma-like symptoms. After two years of this my body began screaming at me to find a way to heal it, and I wandered into Massage Therapy Works. I explained my idea, a blog detailing my journey through the world of Complimentary Health Care. The synchronicity must have been strong in our little corner of Somerville that day, because they were right on board.

Which brings me to this point, looking forward to beginning this healing journey with you.





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