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<font color="green">Dear Pink,
I have been having fantasies like this about my therapist. I am allowed to be a child and play, I get hurt and she just takes care of it and sends me along to have more fun.
For me, it works on two levels - I feel the mothering I missed and I am learning to love the little girl inside through my therapist. Until now I had believed that the little girl was only as good as what she could do or be used for. Personally, I found her whiney and nasty. Now I can see her as a child, capable of love and deserving to be loved... I am not sure I love her... but I believe my therapist does. So I am using that to learn to care for her too.
safe hugs to another sweet little girl.</font>
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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