I wasn't quite sure what to expect the first time I got a massage. What I didn't expect was to have the 90 lb. masseuse exert about 300 lb. of pressure, or so it seemed, beside my shoulder blade.
One of the things I actually trained in is like this, only worse. Up front disclosure — just because I know how doesn't mean I practice it. Hold that thought.
The procedure is called myofascial release. You know that thick, translucent membrane you find when you cut raw chicken? That's the fascia. We all have it, and it runs through every muscle in the body. cluck cluck What happens over time is the fascia becomes less and less pliable, and more and more like jerky. Myofascial release is direct pressure to the fascia. The "release" part is when, after sustained and steady pressure, the tension the fascia holds is, well, released.
What MFR practitioners find, as do patients, is the moment of release is frequently paired with a spontaneous memory of forgotten pain. If at 6 you fell off your bike, your body remembers because the fascia holds the moment. Since that's firmly in the woo-woo camp, what MFR practitioners actually talk about is how the procedure addresses chronic pain.
The MFR practitioner who first worked on me did her work on my
solar plexus. She went straight for the way I breathe, no fooling around, and the effect was profound. It's here
on Achill where we talk about what a world would be like where people are free to live their lives without all the trauma they've dragged along over the years. That's pretty well where we left it.
So yes, I know how, and I don't do it, nor do I hold any wish to. I know you all know what I think is more fun. Because performing MFR is not fun to me.