About Juliette

I woke up on the half landing in a pool of my own blood.

I'd fainted again, and fallen onto a Chinese vase. It shattered and cut my wrist open.

Lying there, I made a decision.

This is not how I die.

Everything I teach began on that landing.

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This part of my story mentions sexual assault.

What my body buried

That night was the beginning. One thing unravelled, then the next.

Then I remembered what my mind had buried for twenty-five years.

I had been date raped.

My body had carried it the whole time. The bracing. The numbness. The years of wondering why I couldn't feel as much as I wanted to.

If I hadn't nearly died on that half landing, I might never have gone looking.

So many of the women who come to me carry sexual trauma. Some don't remember it. Their body does.

When a woman tells me her body closes and she doesn't know why, she doesn't have to explain. I know where it lives.

Her story

The life that looked perfect on the outside.

Before the landing, I had built a life that looked extraordinary.

Four children of my own. A man I loved, with three of his. Seven children, two homes, different cultures, one family woven together with love and sheer will.

I held all of it. The logistics, the harmony, the feelings of everyone in the house. I overgave. I was very good at it.

I got so good at managing everyone's life yet could not feel my own body.

Nine months of illness. Hospitals. Fainting, again and again.

My body had stopped asking politely.

Juliette leaning on a kitchen counter, smiling — Juliette KaramanMother of four

What became possible

Our children never had to choose.

When Karim and I ended our relationship, we sat down together, before any lawyers, and decided everything. How the children would spend time with each of us. The houses. The money. The life we'd built.

By the time we reached the lawyers, there was nothing left to fight over.

Fifteen years later, we still spend Christmas together.

Birthdays too. We're each other's closest friends. Every time we're at a table together, someone pulls me aside and asks: "How did you do that?"

That is the work.

Today I live in England with my fiancé, Alex.

Juliette with Karim and their children at Christmas — ChristmasStill a family

Where this began

The body already knows. It always has.

Long before any of this, I was a SENCO. I worked with children on the autism spectrum, helping them feel safe in their own skin, and trust what they sensed but couldn't say.

In those rooms I learned the thing that has shaped everything since.

The body already knows.

Juliette in a yellow scarf, looking down

Juliette on a beach, looking into the distance

At the edge of life

Death doula.

I didn't ask for this. It came and found me.

My mother. My sister. My father. Two of my clients. I held each of them through their final days.

I know how to stay in a room when everything is at its most raw. It's the same presence I bring to every session: nothing is too much, and nothing has to be hidden.

I have been working with trauma and the body for the last ten years, and I know it deeply in my own body too.

Still following the breadcrumbs.

That's why I write on Substack, in What the Body Knows.

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What I do now

I created The Touch Reset.

My method for taking you from performing fine to landing in your own body. Built on Touch Base® and the Touch Languages™. A way in for women and for men, alone or with someone you love.

EMDRHypnotherapyTouch Base®Touch Languages™Somatic experiencingSpinal attunementEnergy workDeep PEATAspecticsSoma MysticaRRRR®Erotic Blueprints

I did not collect these. I needed every single one.

Juliette laughing, sitting on a tall chair

I woke up on the half landing in a pool of my own blood.

So many of us have been here, quietly wondering why we can't fully receive love.

The life that looked perfect on the outside.

Our children never had to choose.

The body already knows. It always has.

I created The Touch Reset.

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