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Originally Posted by DarknessForever
It really does. But now I'm trying to be the child, to be taken care of. To just be loved and to have fun. But it's like I can't. I feel that chold, even buried in me, is gone forever. I can't let myself be taken care of. Guess that is what makes therapy hard for me. Talking, for one. I don't do that. But now I am also talking here. And knowing, in a way, that is someone taking care of me, holding me up until he can teach me to hold myself up instead of being curled on the floor. Hypothetically. Thanks for the hugs!
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It's definitely really hard to take care of one's inner child.
I often beat my inner child up in my self hatred.
But I'm slowly slowly learning in therapy to notice her, and be neutral if I can't be kind. Instead of being harshly punitive.
I'm also learning how it feels like to be nurtured in therapy by T (and the contrast of T to my upbringing is so f!@king painful!!) and then learning to hold myself tenderly in my mind.