I guess so.... I have told my story, hit on all the "major" bad I can remember but I guess I'm not sure how to release it. Crying and releasing emotions surrounding those stories is foreign to me. I spent so much time and energy being able to tell my story while covering the pain with humor and minimalism it that I believed it was dealt with. Me telling T that , " my parents nickname for me was Rita the retard. " evokes no emotion in me and even when he does the whole. "I'm sorry they did that".... still nothing. Almost like I am telling the story of someone else. My guess is I need to tap into the emotions that I worked so hard to bury long long ago.