I sorry to say the 11 year old girl inside my 40 year old self do not know each other - a brand new revelation - and I have to work on that, because the 11 y.o. is full of rage, hostility and fear, and the 40 y.o. dissociates, counts, checks, has intrusive thoughts that come from nowhere (possibly from the 11 y.o.) and feels dark and dank and ugly inside - very difficult to show anyone, even a T. Does that sound familiar? I also know when I meet someone who appears to like me or a friend returns my call or even a doctor laughs at a joke I think "Gotcha! Fooled you! You think I'm nice, worth knowing. How can you not see the sepsis, the rot inside?" So basically, if someone likes me, I think they're stupid.