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Forgotten in the Float Tank




This is actually a throwback to my old blog that I shut down in 2015. It was written in July of 2014, shortly after the birth of my second child. I recently had a Watsu appointment which I will write a proper blog post on soon as it was wonderful, but it reminded me a little of this humorous experience. If you've ever feared being forgotten in the float tank, read on. I can confirm that it DOES happen because it happened to me!


Have you heard of floating? It's a trend that is currently gaining a lot of traction in ancestral circles right now, thanks in part to podcasts such as The Joe Rogan Experience, The Fatburning Man and Tangentially Speaking. All of which promote floating as a way to relax, meditate and rejuvenate.

I kept hearing many amazing stories, so for my birthday this year, I only wanted one thing; to try an hour of floating and see what all of the fuss is about. Floating was invented in the 1950's by neuroscientist, Dr. John Lilly who wanted to know what it was like to basically be disembodied. What has since been discovered is that by removing sensory input (sight, sound, touch), your brain goes into Theta, a brain state that provides a deeper relaxation than even sleep and allows your body to heal and regenerate. Ideally, the tank is pitch black (though this was not entirely the case in my tank, there was a thin line of light), the water is skin temperature (almost - my internal temperature runs a little higher than average now that I take desiccated thyroid) and there should be no noise (when my ears were submerged, all I could hear was my heart beating). Of course, another benefit is the fact that there is somewhere around 1200 lbs of Epsom Salts dissolved in the water which gives your body buoyancy and is a great detoxifier.

I'm having mixed feelings about my experience as you will read on and soon understand why. Upon first entering the tank, apart from the concern of being in water in the dark, I had some different anxieties running through my mind:

  • The lid is a bit heavy. Am I going to have trouble getting out of here? (Honestly, not really)

  • What if I get salt water in my eyes? (Didn't happen, but they did have a spray bottle and towel close at hand if it did)

  • What's all this salt doing to my hair? (Remains to be seen, but I showered after and both my hair and skin feel very soft)

  • Could there be mold in here? (I gave this much thought - and believe me, I had time to think - and decided that, no, mold would not favor such a salty environment)

  • Could other people have peed in here? (Probably. I suppose it's no different from a public pool. They do run the water through a cleaning and filtering process after each use though)

  • What if they forget about me in here? (They wouldn't do that, would they? OMG would they?!)


Well, it all started out really good when I climbed into the tank at 3:00 pm and I was feeling a bit smug and self-congratulatory on wanting to spend a little time with yours tr