Round or steep, inclined or curled up, our writing is marked by our history. And reveals psychic knots that Dominique Vaudoiset, graphologist and psychotherapist, tries to undo. Our journalist took an internship. She came back upset.
A cold, sad and gray Parisian winter Saturday. In a vast room, a strange spectacle takes place. Six women in a circle and, in the center, a seventh who seems to be dancing a curious ballet. In fact, she mimes the letters of the alphabet and the thread of a writing. Dominique Vaudoiset, graphologist and psychotherapist, has developed a method of personal development inspired by his two activities.
For her, with dreams and lapses, writing is one of the privileged tools our unconscious uses to communicate. It's up to us to read, decipher, understand. Then change.
"Graphotherapy means looking after your writing and writing to look after yourself.When we take care of our distorted and sick letters, it's as if we were doing yoga for each one of them, so that by the right posture, the breath found, we returned to the body of our writing his full health. "
A sequence of masculine and feminine
" What the letters tell us reads in the deformations that we inflicted, "she explains," we learned at school a unique writing model, and we hastened to distort it, because writing is a moving thread that breathes like an electrocardiogram. our emotional intelligence engulfs us to tell us things. " How? By the symbolism of the letters. The point of a pen on a leaf is a point, a cell, an atom, a seed. If he grows up, here he is, circle, round, egg, o "The letter o represents my first territory, the cell made by my parents and carried in a round belly The circle is feminine, it is the reception, the receptacle. But for there to be life, it is necessary that there is rupture of the circle, introduction of the masculine in the form of a vertical axis which will give a d, a p, a q, a b ... Like the axle which drives the wheel, the writing is a sequence of masculine and feminine. "
The suffering unconscious will break this balance by deforming some letters according to a graphic design of each, that Dominique Vaudoiset calls" sign-totem " . This one is an armor, a wall that has protected us from the onslaught but today we wallet, suffocates us, because it holds the secret locked in the fortress of the past. It is based on letters with strong symbols in our language: mother's, father's, power's, power's, man's, woman's."By spotting it," explains Dominique, analyzing it, "we can deconstruct it, break it, in order to free the unconscious from its nodes."
The unconscious behind the writing
Transition to practical exercises. Each one isolates himself to write a letter to the addressee of his choice: "Your husband, your mother, your employer, your car mechanic ... The important thing is not the one to whom you write: anyway, it's up to you your unconscious written behind your words. " Half an hour later, we put our missives in common. Anne wrote to her future boss; Christine, to her mother who has just died; Claire, to his father; Mireille, to his companion; Adele, to her dog; and me, the baby I do not have, for want of meeting his father. With colored pencils, Dominique will teach us how to read between the letters.
It begins by folding each sheet into four: "The horizontal fold represents the ground on which we place our steps: above, what is visible, the conscious, underneath, what is not visible, the On the left of the vertical fold, our past, on the right, the space towards which we walk, our future. " It surrounds in circles of color the repeating words, but also the letters deformed by the sign-totem. She connects them together, she gathers them together and reads them aloud. This creates melodies of words that suddenly make sense.
So Mireille, in pain with the man she loves and to whom she writes. His sign-totem confounds the n and the m, thus bringing the negation on the mother. This "passage to the scanner" of the words deformed by the totem is edifying. In the conscious zone, words of love to his man: "My motor, my panting, my skyline, my mirror, my seventh sky ..." In the unconscious zone, messages of fear: "To betray me, me even love, me, never, to love. "
And Claire, victim of an incestuous climate in her childhood. In the letter she wrote to her father, however, tender words: "Obviously, I blame you for that, but as I love you for everything else, I still maintain that until today you have remained the man of my life. " Dominique scans the words of the text carrying the father's p: "Dad, fear, too much, yet, paralyzes, fear, body, pay, price, more, not, worse, body, trunk, not, predators, persists, for, worse . " Claire's consciousness thought she had forgiven and spoke of love. His unconscious shouts his anger and his fear.