I remember those days, at the beginning; that curiousity is so memorable. It was interesting-actually amazing how the feelings unfolded, all the self-discovery, and what it meant. Many seemed or were brand new to me. I read and read and read because I couldn't learn enough about what it all meant.

Other times it felt so beautiful. All those raw, child feelings repressed, dissociated, or disavowed. These feelings, ostensibly part of normal growing up, were never experience by me as a child due to trauma. I missed out on so much...

A competent T is vital, as it could have went the other way. I get a sense of safety from yout T, albeit from afar.

Happy reading and discoveries!