I believe I like my child parts best. They are the closest to the source of my heart.
They are the ones that knew, saw etc it all. They are the ones that inside are still pure, sweet and true.
I give to my littles all the time. I feel comfortable by their small tokens.
I keep a tiny bear in my purse, when I feel not an adult, yet in the moment of one, I put my hand in my purse and grasps him tight.

The little ones are great. When your'e alone, close to bed time, in bed. You can squeeze a pillow, a stuffed animal anything you want and that is whole I am at that moment my little. And she smiles.

I do hear you though leaving an intense session when the child came out, now you have to put them away so the adult can make the way home - is very difficult, very very difficult. It's like I'm driving and not even there.
Immediately after a session I go straight home.
Saddley by then the little ones have hidden in the dark and I am stuck with who ever I am.

Sound confusing - confuses me too.