I went in not knowing what would happen after another bad weekend of memories and si. but it was good. somehow we moved passed my nervousness and my feeling such a huge seperation between THE T and weeny little me. my "altered states" drew a lot and wrote out angry letters so T came sat next to me and we looked at them... and somehow in the rational explaination of how it is good that the parts are doing this, and how we look at them together gets them out of my head (in the trauma part) and brings them grounded into my cognitive, collective self.
I actually felt like co-workers on the same project. it made sense, it felt real, i didn't feel scared to death or intimidated.
this is starting to feel "doable"
mind you, i'm sitting here feeling more isolated than ever at home in my weeny study.
but that felt like a GIANT step forward.