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Originally Posted by precaryous
Yes, I can relate.
PrevT - when we were in session she was absolutely zeroed in on me with her eyes, her attention. It wasn’t scary or hokey- but it was a little unsettling because sometimes it seemed she could ‘see me’ before I was ready to reveal myself. I’ve never had a more attuned, ‘in-the-room’ therapist.
I also relate with the last few sentences of your passage. The sorrow I felt was like ‘finding my real mother’ but ‘not allowed in’ her life, her house, her family.
I’m probably not describing it right.
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You’re describing it right, I completely get the feeling behind what you wrote. It’s exactly that...feeling like you found your father/mother only not being allowed full access to them. Very similar to a feeling of finding your father after the end of childhood, when, in a way, he can’t really be a father, not in the way you need him to.