It's the dreaded Christmas break triggering some abandonment issues.

T's away for a month - well 3 weeks but almost a month tween sessions.

And she's talking of boundaries (ie no phone calls in middle of the night or at all; I've never done that, I just enquired), of unconditional love, of growing/developing from that phase, of frustration tolerance. I.e. to me she is saying cut the apron strings and grow up.

I want right now to be wrapped up tight in an invisible duvet in my docs room - so I'll be there while he's working but I can't hear him/patients and they can't see me. Kinda womb like and regressive. Oh dear.