The Body Keeps the Score Full Chapter Book Summary

<p><a href="https://www.bookey.app/book/the-body-keeps-the-score" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank"><strong><u>The Body Keeps the Score Full Chapter Book Summary</u></strong></a></p><p><strong>More Content On </strong><a href="https://www.bookey.app/" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank"><strong><u>Bookey Best Book Summary App</u></strong></a><strong>.</strong></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Have you ever suffered abuse, sexual assault, a serious car accident, or some other injuries? Life often leaves us with too many psychological traumas and nightmarish memories. We struggle to get rid of them and forget them, only to find we can’t. The brain and body never forget the psychological trauma caused by an event, and it is not “all in one’s head,” but rather has a physiological basis. This book will take us through the secret of the body that never forgets trauma.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><strong>Overview | Chapter 1</strong></p><p>Hi, welcome to Bookey. Today we’ll unlock the book The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Let’s first hear a story. Marilyn was a tall, athletic-looking woman in her mid-thirties who worked as a nurse. She met a fireman named Michael while playing tennis at the sports club and the two began a relationship. They often talked about tennis and movies together. Marilyn said that she usually avoided men, but this relationship gradually made her feel comfortable.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>As they got closer, one Saturday evening, Marilyn invited Michael to stay over at her apartment. She described feeling “uptight and unreal” as soon as they were alone together, having very little sense of what would happen next. After a few glasses of wine and several episodes of a TV show, they fell asleep together in bed.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>At around two in the morning, when they were fast asleep, Michael turned over. When Marilyn felt his body touch hers, she exploded—pounding him with her fists, scratching and biting, screaming, “You bastard, you bastard!” Michael,