This has been on my mind for a bit.

I think I read a comment on another thread that brought it to my mind. I can’t remember which thread it was.

Anyway.

As I’ve been working through my younger parts and their trauma experiences, I realize that I don’t feel compassion or injustice (anger) for what they experienced and were wounded with.

I’ve gone back and taken them to safe places and I’ve felt a relief and unburdening for them. I feel a connection with them and a thankfulness that they are out of those bad places and in a place that feels safe.

What I don’t feel is a feeling, for them, of justifiable anger and the injustice of it.

If something happens to my children or my grand daughter, there is a rightness that comes to me with a feeling that I have to do something about it. I wouldn’t call it a “mamma bear” but there is a feeling of having to make it right. It’s a feeling of having to make sure they are ok and safe.

When I look back on me, as a younger me, there are not feelings like that. The feelings are more like, “Let me get you out of here somewhere safe.” Quietly.

I don’t understand why there are no feelings of anger or injustice for me. It feels “wrong” to even lean that way. It feels almost dangerous.

I don’t know.

I don’t know what to think of it or how to sort it out.

I was just curious if anyone else sees/experiences this in their self.

Maybe that’s something else that I have to work through.