Posted by Shortelise on January 18, 2005, at 1:31:15
In reply to stuck, posted by thewrite1 on January 17, 2005, at 16:57:33
Trust. It's hard to get there.
A place I have got to in therapy is that I feel safe there. I feel cared about, and safe. That I was able to find that safety, and trust in it, allowed me to look into the abyss knowing that it was ok to do so, that there was someone at my side who was looking out for me.
This dependence doesn't last, we grow through it, and come to a place where we don't need it so much. We have explored the nooks and crannies that held the monsters, pushed them into the light and looked at them, hopefully we vanquished some, and are ready to move on. We feel better, and need the safety less, because, oh my dear, we carry our mothers, our safety, whatever we call it, in our own selves. I am nurturing this right now with bits of whatever I think might fertilize this growing sense of safety within my Self. It's hard, and it's long, and it began with reaching out to my T, sometimes by phone.
They don't always say the right things, they don't always understand, and we don't always get from them what we need. Rats. But, if we are lucky, they do care about us, and we are safe with them.
thewriteone, I send you the warmest, safest hug I have. If I were a T and you were my client, I would *want* you to call me.
ShortE
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