River
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Here's my take thus far on dissociation:
The ability to separate emotional feelings from what has the potential of providing extraordinarily deep emotional/spiritual/intellectual connexion -- that is to say SEX or even SWEATY ANIMALISTIC F*CKING -- is in no wise bad.
The inability to connect them is bad.
I would also offer that the inability to disconnect them is bad.
Since so many times I've been with others who, it would seem, had the inability to connect them (been with in many of the senses of that phrase), it's easier for me to begin there, with the honoring of this salient observation. That the inability to "disconnect" them is bad is something less obvious to me, perhaps having in part to do with the callous way my partners in "the act" have sometimes suddenly disappear without a word or hint as to why.
One thing which has come out over and over in these fora is the observation that we're all different in various, numerous ways. Perhaps some of us are simply different in this particular way: that we find it odd that someone can make love with us and then disappear shortly thereafter without so much as some words about the wondrous experience we had shared -- as if it were nothing interesting or engaging or soulful or whatever. As if silence were as good a way of parting as a few words, a touch, some kind connection....
In more ways than I had ever figured before, I'm coming to see the human Earthlings as many rather than a single species in this way. Not all of these species understand one another at all.