Why This Way of Understanding Yourself Can Actually Change Things
By Geoffrey Clow | A Twinkling of the Soul Article
Introduction
If you have lived through trauma, there is a decent chance you bristle the moment certain therapy words appear. “Parts” can be one of them. It can sound abstract, infantilising, or faintly insulting, as if someone is suggesting you are made of fragments instead of being a whole, intelligent adult who survived exactly what you lived through.
That irritation is not a failure of insight. It is often a sign of it.
People who have lived through prolonged or inescapable danger tend to develop a sharp radar for language that glosses over reality. They know the difference between words that clarify experience and words that tidy it up for someone else’s comfort. So when explanations arrive wrapped in softness, or vague reassurance, or metaphors that don’t quite land, the reaction is often scepticism rather than relief.
The problem is not that survivors are unwilling to understand themselves. The problem is that what therapists are often trying to point to with the word “parts” is rarely explained in a way that respects how survivors actually function.
Because most traumatised people already know, in their bodies, that they are not operating as a single, unified voice. They know what it is like to be bracing and performing at the same time. To be hyper-alert while also numb. To be tracking exits while answering questions clearly and competently. They just don’t usually hear that experience named accurately.
This article is not an argument in favour of therapy language. It is a translation. It is an attempt to explain, in plain terms and real situations, what clinicians are usually referring to when they talk about “parts,” and why that way of describing things can feel both useful and deeply off-putting at the same time.
If you have ever left a session, a meeting, or a social situation thinking, “What the hell just happened in my body?” this is for you.
What You'll Find In This Article
Twelve Steps to the Door (And Still in the Meeting)
The conference room smells like carpet cleaner and recycled air. You’re four chairs down from the head of the table. PowerPoint on the screen. Someone’s presenting quarterly numbers.
Then Sarah from Finance starts speaking.
Not loud. Not aggressive. Just measured. Each word placed exactly where she wants it. That controlled precision, like she’s threading a needle while holding a knife.
Your jaw clicks. Nobody hears it.
But you feel it, that hot wire running up the back of your neck. Your throat’s closing. There’s suddenly not enough air in this room with its functioning air conditioning and its seventeen other people breathing just fine. Your hands slide under the table, pressing into your thighs because if you don’t anchor them somewhere they’re going to shake and everyone will see.
Sarah’s still talking. Q3 projections. Stakeholder engagement. The words are reaching your ears but not landing anywhere that processes meaning. Someone laughs, appropriate, measured workplace laughter. You have no idea what was funny.
Sound goes tinny. Distant. You’re watching from somewhere outside yourself now. The only thing that feels real is the exit door and the twelve steps it would take to reach it. You’ve counted. You always count.
In the middle of all this, something else is still working. You’re bracing and scanning and mapping exits, but you’re also tracking the meeting just enough to stay employed. You register the timeline Sarah mentions. You queue a response for when it’s your turn. You keep your face neutral. And somewhere underneath both, there’s a flat, exhausted resignation that has nothing to do with quarterly projections. It just wants to go home and never come back.
You don’t leave. You sit there. You force your face into something neutral. When Sarah finishes, you nod like you’ve been tracking every word. When it’s your turn to speak, you do. Clearly. Coherently. Like nothing’s happening.
Later, walking to your car, the only thought you can form is: What the fuck is wrong with me?
But also, quieter, underneath: How did I just do that?
The Trigger That Looks Like Nothing (Until It Isn’t)
Your mate Dave’s place. Sunny Saturday afternoon. Beer’s cold. Someone’s kid is kicking a football against the fence. The sausages are on. Everything’s fine. Normal. Safe.
You’re standing near the esky, half-listening to Steve talk about his new ute, when Dave yells at his dog. Sharp. Sudden. “CHARLIE, NO!”
The sound hits you like a physical thing.
Your chest drops. Your throat closes. Everything inside you that was loose and easy a second ago goes rigid. You’re still standing there with your beer, still nodding at whatever Steve’s saying about payload capacity, but you’re gone. Somewhere else. Somewhere that remembers what that tone of voice means.
Your body knows this sound. Has a catalogue entry for it. When Danger Sounds Like This, Do This: Get Small. Get Quiet. Don’t Draw Attention.
But you’re decades past childhood at a barbecue in suburban Canberra and Dave’s just disciplining his Labrador. You know this. Your rational brain knows this. Dave’s a good bloke. Wouldn’t hurt anyone. The dog’s fine. You’re fine.
Except you’re not. Your hands are shaking. There’s sweat at the back of your neck. Your heart’s hammering like you’ve just run a sprint. And underneath all of that, underneath the panic that makes no logical sense, there’s another response entirely: a flatness. A numbness. A voice that says, I need to leave but I can’t leave because leaving would mean explaining and I can’t explain this without sounding crazy.
So you stay. You stay for another hour because that’s what you do. You make appropriate conversation. You laugh at the right moments. You help pack up. You shake Dave’s hand and thank him for having you.
You drive home in silence.
That night, sitting in your kitchen with the lights off, you think: A bloke yelled at a dog. That’s it. That’s all that happened.
But your body’s still jangling. Adrenaline’s still coursing. You can’t settle. Can’t eat. Can’t focus on the TV. And you’re exhausted, bone-deep, soul-tired exhausted, but also too wired to sleep.
How are you both at once? Both terrified and numb? Both wanting to run and too tired to move?
More Than One Reaction, All at Once
You don’t experience yourself as one unified voice. You’ve never said this out loud. Maybe you’ve never even formed the thought clearly. But you know it. One part of you wants to move forward, make plans, function, get on with life, do the job, show up, prove you’re capable. Another is scanning constantly, reading every face in the room, tracking tone shifts, monitoring exits, unwilling to trust that anything is stable.
Another is exhausted, so tired you could sleep for a year, uninterested in fighting or progressing or proving anything. Just done. These aren’t moods that shift throughout the day. They’re not phases you cycle through. They exist simultaneously, all at once, in the same moment. In the meeting, you were bracing for impact while also tracking the agenda while also completely checked out. At the barbecue, you were terrified while also forcing yourself to stay while also going numb enough to endure staying.
This gets called confusion. Inconsistency. Self-sabotage. Being your own worst enemy.
It’s none of those things.
It’s your nervous system doing exactly what it was trained to do.
How Your Body Built a Survival Library
When you were young, too young to fight, too small to leave, your body built a survival library. Not consciously. Not deliberately. Just through repetition and necessity. It catalogued what worked. What kept you safe. Or safer. Or alive.
Going quiet and small when someone’s voice sharpened. That worked. Your body catalogued it: When Danger Sounds Like This, Do This. Reading the room before you entered it. Checking faces. Scanning for mood. That worked too. Filed under: Never Walk In Blind. Performing perfectly. Getting it right. Being useful. Being good. That bought you safety sometimes. Filed under: If You’re Good Enough, Maybe They Won’t.
And when nothing worked? When the danger was inescapable and you couldn’t fight and couldn’t run and couldn’t make yourself small enough? Your body learned something else. It learned to disconnect. To go numb. To float somewhere above the situation where it couldn’t touch you. Catalogued as: When Nothing Else Works, Leave Your Body.
None of this was chosen. None of it was conscious. It was survival. Pure, instinctive, adaptive survival. Your nervous system was running pattern recognition software in an environment where the wrong pattern meant pain. So it learned. It adapted. It built a library of responses for every type of danger it encountered.
And here’s the critical thing, the thing nobody explains properly: those responses don’t replace each other. They don’t take turns. They layer. They run simultaneously. Because the danger you grew up with wasn’t just one type. It was all of them at once. Immediate and delayed. Loud and silent. Physical and emotional. Predictable and random. So your system learned to respond to all of it at once. To hold multiple survival strategies active simultaneously. Because that’s what kept you alive.
When Old Danger Wears a New Outfit
Back in that conference room with Sarah from Finance.
Your body hears that controlled, measured tone and every survival file you ever built starts opening at once.
The amygdala, that smoke alarm deep in your brain, fires. Red alert. It hits your system fast, before the part of you that does context and spreadsheets gets a vote. Signals cascade through your hypothalamus to your pituitary to your adrenals. Cortisol floods in. Your sympathetic nervous system kicks into high gear. Blood flow redirects from the thinking parts of your brain to your limbs. Your heart rate climbs. Your pupils dilate. Your body is preparing you to run from a conference room like it’s an actual threat to your survival.
This is threat detection. This is hypervigilance. This is your body saying: I’ve heard this tone before and it ended badly so we need to be ready to move NOW.
But simultaneously, another system is running. One system is launching the alarm and preparing you to move. Another is keeping you socially operational, face neutral, voice steady, body upright. It’s keeping you speaking when spoken to. It’s maintaining the mask. It’s making sure nobody in this room sees what’s happening inside you. This is the performance response. This is the part of you that learned: if I can just be good enough, useful enough, professional enough, I might be safe.
And underneath both of those, a third response is already preparing. Your body is setting up the numb switch. Disconnection. Shutdown. Because if the threat can’t be escaped and the performance doesn’t work, the only option left is to not feel it. This is the exhaustion you recognise. The flatness. The part of you that’s already gone somewhere else.
Three responses. Three survival strategies. All running at once. None of them wrong. All of them learned. All of them evidence of a nervous system that had to get very, very good at surviving complex, layered, inescapable danger.
Sarah’s just presenting a finance report. Your rational brain knows this.
But your body doesn’t care what your rational brain knows. Your body has files. Decades of files. And that tone of voice just opened every single one.
This Is the Bit They Call "Parts"
This is the point where therapy often introduces the word “parts,” and where a lot of people switch off. It can sound abstract or infantilising, like you’re being told you’re made of fragments instead of one coherent person. That reaction makes sense.
What clinicians are usually trying to describe isn’t fragmentation. It’s what you’ve just lived through. Multiple survival responses running at once. Not separate selves. Not personalities. Just different systems your body learned to activate under pressure.
The reason therapists use parts language is practical, not philosophical. When everything is collapsed into “this is just me,” people tend to respond with shame, self-criticism, or self-hate. Parts language creates enough space to notice what’s happening without turning against yourself.
Instead of “what’s wrong with me,” it allows for “something in me learned this for a reason.” That shift matters. It lets you stay connected to yourself while still recognising that not every survival response needs to run the show forever.
The word itself isn’t important. You don’t have to like it. What matters is that it names adaptation instead of failure, and makes it possible to work with these responses without trying to erase or fight them.
The Fear Behind the Eye-Roll
Here’s what makes the therapy language dangerous for survivors who’ve learned to be sceptical. When someone tells you about “parts,” it can sound like they’re saying you’re broken. Fragmented. That trauma shattered you into pieces that need to be glued back together.
And underneath that, there’s another fear. A deeper one.
If these responses, this hypervigilance, this performance, this shutdown, are problems that need fixing, does that mean the very strategies that kept you alive are now what’s wrong with you?
Are they saying that the system you built, the one that got you through years of danger with your life intact, is now the enemy?
Because if that’s what they’re saying, then no. Hard pass. You’re not dismantling the only thing that kept you alive just because someone with a degree thinks it’s not serving you anymore.
This fear makes sense. It’s intelligent. It’s self-protective.
And it’s based on a fundamental misunderstanding of what the work actually is.
Updating the Database
Nobody’s asking you to dismantle your survival responses. Nobody’s asking you to pretend they weren’t necessary. Nobody’s asking you to trust that the world is safe now and you can just relax. The work isn’t about eliminating responses. It’s about restoring flexibility.
Your body learned to keep multiple survival strategies running at once because it had to. Because the danger was real and complex and you needed every tool available. The problem now isn’t that those responses exist. The problem is they keep activating when the original danger isn’t present.
Sarah’s controlled voice isn’t actually dangerous. Dave yelling at his dog isn’t actually a threat to you. But your nervous system can’t tell the difference. It’s still running the same pattern recognition software it installed when you were eight years old. What you need isn’t to eliminate those responses. What you need is to update the database.
To teach your system: this controlled voice in this context means a finance report, not violence. This sharp tone at a barbecue means a man disciplining his dog, not a threat to your safety.
Not because the world is suddenly safe. Not because danger doesn’t exist anymore.
But because you have options now that you didn’t have then. You’re not trapped. You’re not small. You’re not powerless. You can leave the meeting. You can leave the barbecue. You have agency now.
And your body needs to know that.
Practical Step 1
Your jaw clicks in the meeting. Your throat closes at the barbecue. Your hands go numb on the drive home.
In that moment, you have a choice. You can do what you’ve always done: white-knuckle through it, hate yourself later, wonder what’s wrong with you. Or you can pause for three seconds and notice what’s actually happening.
That jaw click? That’s your threat detection system coming online. The one that learned to read danger in controlled voices and sudden sharp tones. It’s not broken. It’s doing exactly what it was trained to do.
The professional mask you’re maintaining while simultaneously counting exits? That’s your performance system running parallel. The part that learned: if I’m good enough, useful enough, I might be safe.
The flatness underneath both? That’s shutdown preparing. The numb switch your body learned to flip when nothing else worked.
Name it. Just once. Internally. “Right. Threat detection just fired. Performance mode is keeping me upright. Shutdown’s queuing up.”
That’s it. That’s the whole first step. Notice which systems are running. Don’t fight them. Don’t shame them. Just recognise them.
Why It Matters
Recognition interrupts the automatic shame spiral. Instead of “what’s wrong with me,” you get “my body just activated an old survival response.” That small shift, that moment of noticing without judgment, is where agency begins.
You’re not trying to stop the response. You’re just becoming aware that it’s a response, not the truth about current reality. That awareness, repeated over time, is what starts to give you choice. Not control. Not mastery. Just a tiny bit of space between the trigger and the automatic reaction.
And in that space, everything changes. Because once you can recognize what’s happening, you can start working with it instead of being swept away by it.
Pratcial Step 2
Once you’ve recognised which system switched on, here’s what actually helps.
You’re in the meeting. Threat detection fired. Your body’s preparing to run from a finance presentation like it’s a physical danger.
Don’t tell yourself it’s irrational. Don’t try to logic your way out. Your amygdala doesn’t care about logic. It cares about patterns, and this pattern matches danger.
Instead, try this. While you’re sitting there with your jaw tight and your hands pressed into your thighs, acknowledge the response internally. Not out loud. Not dramatically. Just a quiet internal recognition: “I see you. You kept me safe when controlled voices meant I needed to get small and quiet. Thank you for that. This isn’t that situation.”
Then give your nervous system one piece of current information. Just one. Make it concrete. Make it provable.
“I can leave this room right now if I need to.” Feel that truth. You’re not trapped. You have a choice.
Or: “I’m an adult with options, not a child without them.” Or: “Sarah’s presenting a report, not escalating to violence.”
Pick one fact. Hold it alongside the old response. Don’t try to override the fear. Just let both exist at once. The old pattern that says danger, and the current fact that says this isn’t that.
Breathe while you hold both. Five seconds in. Five seconds out. Not yoga breathing. Not wellness breathing. Just mechanical, manual breathing while your system processes: old danger file, current reality fact.
This is the work. Not once. Not until you “get it right.” Every single time your system fires off an old response, you do this. Notice. Acknowledge. Provide current data. Breathe.
Why It Matters
This is how rewiring actually happens. Not through insight. Not through understanding. Through repetition.
Every time you recognise the old response, acknowledge it without shame, and feed your nervous system current information, you’re building new neural pathways. You’re teaching your amygdala to run threat assessment with 2025 data instead of 1985 files.
It won’t work the first time. Or the fifth. Or the twentieth. But somewhere around the fiftieth time you do this in a meeting, your jaw might click and your body might start the old response, and then, just maybe, it’ll pause. Just for a second. Just long enough to check: is this actually dangerous, or does it just match the pattern?
That pause is everything. That’s your nervous system learning to distinguish between old danger and current reality. That’s the moment you start getting your life back.
Over time, with enough repetition, your system stops seeing threats everywhere. The hypervigilance eases. The performance mask doesn’t have to be welded on quite so tight. The shutdown switch doesn’t flip quite so fast.
You don’t erase the old responses. They’re still there, and they should be. They kept you alive. But they stop running the show. They become one source of information among many, instead of the only voice that matters.
That’s the shift. Not healing. Not being fixed. Just your nervous system slowly, gradually learning that the war ended. That you got out. That you have options now that you didn’t have then.
And that makes all the difference.
Your Scepticism Is a Survival Skill
The survivors who are sceptical, who find the therapy-speak annoying, who roll their eyes at self-care culture and soft language and gentle reassurances? They’re not resistant. They’re not damaged. They’re not difficult clients. They’re smart.
Their bullshit detector is finely tuned because they’ve been lied to before. They’ve been told their perceptions were wrong, their fear was irrational, their reactions were too much. They’ve been gaslit by experts. So when someone shows up with abstract language and promises about healing and vague concepts about parts, their system goes: I’ve heard songs like this before. Not falling for it again.
But here’s what needs to be said clearly:
Your nervous system was working perfectly.
All those years of reading rooms, catching micro-signals, sensing danger before it arrived, holding multiple responses active at once, that wasn’t paranoia. That wasn’t dysfunction. That wasn’t you being broken.
That was survival. That was your body doing exactly what it needed to do to keep you alive in an environment that was genuinely dangerous.
You weren’t confused. You weren’t inconsistent. You weren’t fragmented.
You were adapted.
Now you just need to teach your nervous system what’s changed. Update the files. Show it: The war ended. We got out. We’re not trapped anymore.
Not because the world is suddenly safe. The world still has dangers.
But because you’re not eight years old anymore. You’re not powerless anymore. You have options now.
And your body deserves to know that.
Walking Out Without the Self-Hate
Your jaw clicks.
You notice it this time. Don’t fight it. Just feel it.
Right. There’s the smoke alarm. Thanks for keeping me safe all these years.
You breathe. Five seconds in. Five seconds out.
Sarah’s presenting a finance report. That’s all this is. I can leave anytime I want. I’m not trapped. I’m not a child. I’ve got this.
Your system doesn’t immediately calm. That’s fine. You’re not trying to fix it in this moment. You’re just feeding it new information. Updating the files.
Sarah finishes. The meeting ends. You walk to your car.
And maybe, just maybe, you don’t spend the drive home thinking: What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe you think: My body remembered something. Multiple somethings, actually. All at once. Because that’s what it learned to do. And I helped it understand this wasn’t that.
That’s the work.
Not healing yourself because you’re broken.
Not integrating your parts because you’re fragmented.
Just updating the system with better information about what’s actually dangerous now.
Your body kept score because it had to. It held multiple responses active because that’s what survival required.
Now you get to teach it what’s changed.
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