Posted by shortelise on February 11, 2004, at 14:13:21
In reply to Safety - A new question, posted by DaisyM on February 10, 2004, at 12:32:17
This is so interesting - I am about to sit down and write about my own safe place. And why.
It will be about smells and colour, nothing to assault my senses, and no places for unseen and unheard menaces to approach.
On one level I feel safe with my T. He can hear me, see me, and listen to me in a way I have not known before. And I know that no matter what happens, or I believe that no matter what happens there, he can handle it. Or should I say, he can help me handle it?
On another level, I am afraid there, because I feel things that are hard to feel, and sometimes my pride is injured because of the things he points out that are hard to look at. And I can be afraid that I'll lose it. One time when he asked about something that happened long ago, I put my head in my hand and went away. He explained later that it was dissociation, but I'd never experienced it before and it felt like madness. That's frightening.
Can there be a place of safe danger? If so, that's what I'd call it.
Shorte
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