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<font color="green">I feel so strange reading Perna's post, I sat here and thought and thought and I can not recall caring for a teacher or anyone but my dad like that or like I feel about my T.
My mother nearly killed me before my second birthday. I was saved by my dad but then placed with my godparents who were perverts until I was 5. I suppose I was a strange child.
I love my T but I am afraid that I care too much... I am not used to feeling so intensely. I still rarely feel anger - most of the time I have maybe two emotions: fear, neediness or nothingness. I dunno if shame is a feeling, for me it was a state of being. Now I feel flooded with emotions and I cling to my therapist as place of safety and sanity.
Thanks for listening, thanks for caring and y'all did help. I jkust feel overwhelmed and confused and scared. </font>
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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