Memories vs parts. I can relate. I struggle to figure this out too. Sometimes I want to sit on the floor and hold on to someone's leg - my husband, my T. And I wonder if that is a part or a memory of what used to give me comfort or maybe both. I did it once to my husband and his experience was that I was "little" and he was a "parent". It made him feel weird - of course I was close to being hopitalised so I wasn't in a good place.