So, last week my T and I worked on neglect and abandonment by my mother in the EMDR session. It was a little rough. I really felt the little girl for probably the first time ever. She was scared, really really scared. Cringing. And then for some reason I shut down. I refused to go further, I was done. No more. I either didn't want to know what was next, or something. I don't know. More to work on I guess.