My little sister was completely open to my suggestions.

It was just like what you would expect from a subject. I propped her up and asked her to open her eyes. I knew she wasn’t pretending because I recognized the collapse as a textbook phase of entering hypnosis. In fact, I was doing really well! But that alone didn’t make my first experience any less nerve-wracking. It almost felt like I killed her. Everything was going perfectly – there was no need for me to be nervous. When I finally said, “Now sleep!” and my sister completely collapsed, I had a mini panic attack. I needed for her to fully relax. I began doing my thing, reciting what I needed to say, walking her through various imaginative mental exercises. Her cooperation helped build my confidence.

She was relaxing well and her cooperation only made the whole experience easier on me. Much to my surprise, she was excited and quite eager to see what I had in store. I started with a slow induction and almost put her to sleep. Unsure of what would and wouldn’t work, I needed to be absolutely certain I would have a large number of techniques available for when I finally got around to practicing.įinally feeling confident in my hypnotic abilities, I approached my sister. “Would you like for me to hypnotize you? I can put you into a trance.” I offered. I familiarized myself with every technique I could possibly remember. Books became my best friend. I wanted to make every effort I could to learn more about the subject. I began doing extensive research on hypnotherapy and stage hypnosis. While doing research on psychiatry, I once came across an article on a psychology website discussing the subject of hypnosis and its use in the form of hypnotherapy. Having always been somewhat skeptical of hypnotism, I was curious and read on.

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