Hi Granite,
I remember how hard it was, and at times still is, to talk about my childhood with my t. I wrote it in parts each week and she would read it silently. I would watch her expressions as she read sometimes, and then I would have to cover my head because her reactions made me so sad. At times I thought she might cry and I felt terrible for this. When we would discuss what I had written afterwords, she would make me feel so much better. Now she is able to explain how some of my current behaviors happen because of certain events in my childhood. She is helping me to get rid of the negative thoughts that control my life.
Maybe you can share just a little bit at a time, too. It is hard, but so worth it.
Bluemountains