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Originally Posted by Yearning0723
But age thirteen is much too late for that. So, I learned. And I'm still learning how to take care of myself, but definitely doing a lot better with that. And I don't have those fantasies anymore, or that need for specialness, or that need to act this stuff out to get attention. I don't need to exaggerate to get my needs met; I'm learning how to just state them and be honest with other people. It feels much better that way, anyway.
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I can totally relate to your obsession with teachers. I did this, too. So much so that when I graduated from high school, I cried for a straight week and kept in touch with those same teachers all through college.
Then in college, I latched onto my professors.
Then at my first jobs, I latched onto my bosses.
I was mothered and fathered by so many different people over the years.
I'm learning self-soothe skills now. "Parts work" really helps with that. Where some enlightened grown up part of you comforts and talks lovingly to the childlike parts that are stuck in the past.