Soul Parole: Making Peace with My Mind, GOD and Myself will be hitting the shelves in late May. It will be available on AMAZON, KINDLE, and personalized copies at soulparole.com. It was a labor of love and pain. I had over 150,000 words of writings to comb through. My hope is that the book inspires addicts, and those with depression issues to seek treatment. You are not alone. I also hope that it gives the loved ones of addicts some insight into the way we think. Ultimately, I pray that it is a catalyst for anyone who has a fear or obstacle standing in the way of their ability to move forward. Dreams can become realities if you can get around your fear that they will come true. If you believe... they will.
The book was arranged loosely in chronological order, not by the date they were written. In Soul Parole I mention that in July of 2011, I was going to California to face a life long phobia. I feel that if I am going to make my mission on earth to encourage people to face their fears, I better face mine. I felt that it was hypocritical to speak of victory through adversity when I was not practicing what I preached. I am glad I faced it. As new ones' pop up I have the tools to overcome them. It will be the starting point of Soul Parole II: I was and I AM.
To me, fear is what holds us back from reaching our potential. There are healthy fears, and irrational ones. It is the power of our minds that discourages us from taking a leap of faith, not the real obstacles that stand in our way. Fear is paralyzing. It can override our rational, logical thinking. At the end of my using days I feared the thought of getting sober. The thought of living without a chemical crutch was even more difficult to imagine. It left me trapped in limbo between death and the fear of living life on its' terms.
I have three deep seeded fears that have gripped me for life. They are dentists, clowns and...bats! I have overcome the issue with dentists by finding one that uses gas and music to relax me during visits. That's one off the list. My revulsion of clowns is still with me. I can easily avoid them by not taking the family to the circus. The whole face painted, on a face, by a mime with big shoes thing will always be with me. I'm confident I can out run any of them.
My fear of bats goes much deeper. I hate EVERYTHING about them. My phobia revolves around the fact that I was uninformed about the grace of these misunderstood creatures. The terror bats created in me started when I was about seven, and I was Forty-five when I finally made peace with the winged devils. For years I was consumed with the fallacy that they were going to attack me or my family and give us all rabies. I feared for the dogs. I obsessed about them landing in my hair. There is a massive bat population in the county that I live in. I am one of the rare people who used to look for bat reports in the local paper. I have never taken my children to the zoo. I did not hang around wooded areas after dark. As I would find out through therapy, my fears were completely irrational, and centered in a deeper trauma.
Through a friend I heard ANIMAL PLANET was looking for people with deep seeded EXTREME animal phobias. I sent an email explaining my obsession with the filthy flying rats. I did not expect a call back. I figured it was like entering a sweepstakes. I was surprised when they emailed me back and set up a phone interview.
Through the course of my conversations with the therapy team, I was told of a treatment plan that Dr. Robin Zasio. from HOARDERS, was conducting. It was called exposure therapy. I thought I was familiar with it. I have heard of smokers who put butts into a jar when they are trying to kick the habit. When the urge to smoke comes along you take a whiff from the jar. They told me little more. I was to be flown to Sacramento and spend a week in a center for people with lifelong phobias of animals. I was hesitant but wanted to reclaim my nights, and NEEDED to get to the bottom of why they ruled me so long. The terror was very real. I had no idea what I was in for.
When I arrived at the center I was introduced to my housemates. They were younger ladies from the east coast. Laura was terrified of cockroaches. Roxanne freaked out at the sight of rats. Over the six days we were there we cried, and laughed, and shared our feelings about the pain these animals were creating in our lives. Without their support I would never have made it through the journey.
When we met Dr. Zasio she was all business! She is beautiful inside and out. She looks like a California blond. However, she is FAR from the stereotype. She is strong inside and out. She is also an amazing doctor and compassionate therapist. I am blessed to call her a friend. I didn't think so highly of her at the start of my therapy. She brings a full court press, but encouraged us into making our own decisions in progressing through our phobias. She has a way of finding a persons, "I CAN DO IT," button. Her ability to read a person is uncanny.
I am glad I made the trip to the west coast.
My preconceived notions about exposure therapy were quickly dashed. This was hard core therapy squeezed into a week. The usual span of time for this treatment takes place over several months. It was the intensified, no holds barred version.
On the very first day we were given words, pictures and posters of our most feared animal. Our jaws nearly dropped when we were told to decorate our dorm rooms with them. We were all ready to bail after the first day. Each time I walked into my room I was assaulted by bats of all shapes and sizes. They were ALL staring back at me. Dr. Zasio was just warming up.
On the second day, irritable from a lack of sleep,we visited a Southern California college to face our demons. They were dead but as real as real gets. Each one of us was cajoled into touching them. I was out of my mind! I was physically sick as I approached a table full of dozens of preserved bat corpses. I sobbed as I reached my hand out to put my finger on the beast that reminded me most of the one that had scarred as a small boy.
As each new day dawned we were pushed to a new level. During that day, my room was redecorated to resemble a cave. Rubber bats hung at eye level so that no matter where I walked bats would be hit me in the head. This was the therapeutic way to get me over my fear that living ones were going to land in my hair. Slowly, I was becoming desensitized of the nasty beasts. The girls were angry but moving forward. To say that each day was emotionally draining would be a gross under estimation. It was a daily barrage of fear then triumph. Each waking moment had me reliving memories I had spent years trying so desperately to blot out. The obsession was real. The memories flooded back in like I was a kid again.
After a week of getting closer and closer to live bats I was feeling less threatened by the greasy, winged critters. The final exposure was one I will never forget. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to face. The thought of intentionally seeking out the home of thousands of my lifelong nemesis was insanity.
My final exposure took place in "Old Sacramento." It is a quaint touristy area with riverboats, old time candy and souvenir shops. The 1800's era village covering several blocks. I had visited the area with Roxanne and Laura. I had no idea that the parking garage situated less than 100 yards from the downtown area was home to several thousand bats.
We waited until dusk. I was brought into the garage with Dr. Zasio. She was calm and reassuring in telling me that it was my final exposure. My fear level had started at about a nine. When I got out of the car and began walking towards the designated exposure area, I was on the verge of a panic attack. My discomfort was at about an eleven. Just more than ten for Spinal Tap fans.
Bats navigate with sonar, and have an amazing sense of timing. They are blind. Just like a grandfather clock chiming at midnight, the bats began to come out as the sun set. Through tiny crevices in the parking garage the black winged creatures spilled from the man made dwelling. First it was by the dozens, then hundreds, then thousands. There was no where to go. The funny thing was that not one of them hit me or brushed me. I could feel the whoosh of their wings as they darted by me. I was frozen, but invigorated, by the adrenalin that was rushing through my veins.
In one of the most beautiful scenes of nature I have ever been witness to, the bats flew from the garage and fell into formation with thousands of others. They were coming from the trees and buildings along the Sacramento river. They formed a perfect aerial formation. It was like a military fly over. It makes the line of geese formations pale in comparison. Hundreds of thousands of bats followed the river, and as if on cue, turned and made their way around a skyscraper in downtown Sacramento to search for food. They like mosquitoes and bugs, not full grown men. It was breathtaking.
After the initial shock and awe, I was directed to a baby bat that had fallen from the safety of the upper ceiling. It was no more than two inches long. I didn't like the little devils but I do not want to see any of God's creatures suffer. After being given special gloves, I held down my hand and the tiny bald creature crawled into the glove. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. My lifelong fear was arrested in that moment. I was given a chance to help a defenseless baby. God has a funny way of helping us sometimes. His methods of teaching me new lessons no longer surprise me. I am free.
During my therapy with the doctor it became clear that I associated bats with my stepfather. He didn't like kids very much. When I was small we went to a park. He tossed a can in the air and a bat flew into it. He had me stand at his side as the ugliest creature I had ever seen, staggered from the container and flew away. He thought it was funny. He saw my discomfort. I was ingrained with a fear that would plague me until my work with Dr. Zasio.
I can say with complete honesty that I still don't care for bats, but they no longer rule my behavior. I can take my family to the forest preserve or zoo. In the episode of "My Extreme Animal Phobia," Squeaky and I revisit the park where my stepfather had tormented me. Some bats even flew around us. I did fine. I no longer fear the nights in the country setting where I live. It reinforced my theory that irrational fear is usually tied to a deeper issue. Mine was.
You can see the episode on ANIMAL PLANET. I am blessed that they gave me such a life changing opportunity. If you go to Animal Planet.com enter "My Extreme Animal Phobia, then, "Man Faces Lifelong Fear." The video of the parking garage exposure will come up. Roxanne and Laura also made peace with cockroaches and rats.
Fear plagues all of us. Some of it healthy, a lot of it irrational. I am grateful to ANIMAL PLANET for the opportunity to experience exposure therapy. It is further testimony that you can face any fear. There is no obstacle that stands in the way of your dreams or unloading the baggage of your past. All you need is hope, faith, and the hand of a friend.
