It was really just about two events in my life kind of coming together at the same time...the mom stuff coming up in therapy, AND a IRL thing I have coming up on Monday that involves sharing part of my story (including at least a mention of the mom stuff) with other people. "Not telling" was/is huge huge HUGE for me, and even though I've been able to tell T the CSA stuff, the mom stuff is a million times harder. It's taken me three years to even start to think about talking about it. And all of a sudden it's coming up in therapy AND out of therapy. eeeeek.

So, we were basically floundering around on Monday, not connecting, both confused...and later I realized what was going on with me. I didn't have to hold onto it for more than a second, because I was literally leaving T a phone message at the moment it occurred to me, so I left it on the message. And then HE held onto it for me

I know what you mean about having those moments and losing them, though. Sometimes I have these moments of clarity where everything makes SENSE, and they are so fleeting. And once they're gone, they're gone.

I got lucky this time!