When I was first diagnosed with scoliosis, the image was seared into my retinas. The stark, back-lit X-ray transparencies in my chiropractor’s office showed my spine dramatically double-curved, the obvious cause of the pain that shot through my pelvis and back every time I tried to stand or walk.
A week ago, I had attended a somatic therapy session, where my therapist, a mild-mannered woman who spoke with quiet conviction, said I might feel some pain in my body over the next few days as psychological conflicts in my life resurfaced.
I imagined a pain that came and went – and that was easily
