When Dr. McT and Vee asked me to introduce myself, I thought Well, that idea blows; who would want to hear what I have to say?! And even though I feel it’s sort of lame, honestly it’s the least I could do, because before I met them I had a totally different living situation. As much as it was fine at the time—pill-popping and life evasion—I was going down a hard hill fast.
I was born without working legs, you see, and the early years were full of family and adjusting to my needs, which turned into a kind of worship from my mother’s end. Her insane quest to heal me helped fuel my fantasy life; I never needed to “get real” because my mother did it for me. But the irony was that neither of us was living in reality. She thought I might walk one day, and I was obsessed with being a dancer, no, I knew I was a dancer! As you might have guessed, that inescapable reality left me depressed and unwilling to look outside myself, at the options existing right in front of me.
Dance is everything for me, especially ballet. The yearning that a ballerina has to dance is admirable, but my then nearly pathological yearning to dance was destructive to me and those around me. This first book in this literary series The McTavish Regressions is titled Arabesque, and it is my story. I’m glad that McT and Vee chose to publish their life’s work; helping me means they could help anybody!
While my intense desire to be a dancer still exists, I now have channels to express it, and that would not have happened without the wild ride I took under Dr. McT’s regression care. Absolutely mind blowing… and, as it turned out, necessary for my sanity!
I have a lot of work yet to do, but with the regression work at least I can wrap my head around certain things, it makes life easier to know myself in this way.
So in this little bio, I give two thanks: 1) for the life I now lead; 2) to the doctors that brought me this far, Wallace McTavish & Genevieve Buret. You have my undying gratitude.