There are pieces of me all over the massage room. Pulled limb from limb. Hacked to bits. My head pounds. Disembodied limbs somehow still feel bruised and achy. I hear something shriek and then realize that it was me. “Tickle, tender, or both?” Wanda asks. “Yes,” I manage to wince out.
My massage therapist, known for her honey badger-like persistence at digging up every knot and then forcing them into submission, laughs. We have a good working relationship with one other, having worked together for two years. And on the spectrum of style and approach, we couldn’t be further apart.
Maybe I never learned proper body mechanics. Maybe it is a result, direct or indirect, of the injury I sustained when I first started my massage practice. I think there is still quite a bit of fear hidden in my nervous system, warning me against pushing myself too far. Maybe my instructors taught me to ease in and let the tissues warm up before digging in, which they did. Or maybe I don’t like to see clients flinching on my table, day in and day out, which I don’t. Regardless, my style tends to be much more slow, soothing and relaxing (translation: lighter) than many of my colleagues’.
It makes some clients shy away from me, and I’ve developed a sense of shame or apology and attached it to my style. I am sometimes a tough sell, and more challenging to book, than most massage therapists. Don’t get me wrong; if a rough spot of scar tissue or a trigger point announces its presence during a session, I’ll go after it by elbow or by thumb — when the client has been warmed up. But if someone wants me to “beat them up” or give them deep pressure from the get-go, I’m simply not their go-to.
Luckily for me, I have been working in a franchise dedicated to matching clients’ needs to massage therapists’ styles and abilities. It makes for a better experience for everyone involved — the client, the therapist, front desk, management…client retention rates are better, therapists are happier; it just makes sense. I have built a strong client base despite my seeming limitations. Still, I sometimes have a hard time justifying my existence in my career.
Pain science has been a hot topic for decades and seems to be gaining even more traction now as science has progressed. Modalities like dermoneuromodulation (DNM), which is based on achieving powerful therapeutic results by gently calming the nervous system, help to explain why some massage clients get better results through lighter work. Because despite my reputation for being a “fluffy” massage therapist, I actually see and feel significant change within the tissues during most sessions.
That wasn’t always the case, but lately I’ve been noticing a distinct squishiness within the tissues that occurs about 10 minutes into many sessions. It’s almost as though someone turns on some magical switch despite my protests. “Yes, Joanne, even you are an effective massage therapist,” the tissues seem to sigh. I can relate this to my currently meager Buddhist practice. A problem that plagued me for nearly a year finally became dire enough to seek guidance. I was told, in essence, that we don’t practice Buddhism to master suffering, and that every of us is a buddha. Even I.
Wanda presses her thumbs into a tender spot in the arch of my foot, and I lurch. “Ahh, no wonder you have plantar fasciitis,” she muses. She twists my foot, stretches the ankle, leans into my calf. In response I see stars, recognize my place on the massage therapy spectrum, nearly pass out.
And then appreciative relief and freedom from restricted movement. And then the sense that I certainly do have a place; that I am where I belong.