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Originally Posted by ScarletPimpernel
It interesting that you say this. I also thought worry equals love. It was hard when people said they don't worry about me. It felt like they didn't care. My mom never worried about me; nor my dad.
What I'm learning is that worry does not equal love. Someone can love you and not be worried. And the opposite is true: someone who doesn't love you can worry about you. It's hard still. It still feels good when L does worry. L and I are now focusing on connecting with each other over positive activities to teach me that love comes from positive things too.
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When I was younger I fantasized so much about being vunerable and having a mother who took care of me... My mum rarely showed me that she worried about me. I remember being left alone at home with a high temperature when I was maybe 9 years old. I almost got sick due to the fever and I felt so alone. But normally she showed a little bit more care for me when I was really ill.
My T has told me once or twice that she worries about me, it was when I was really dissociated with a lot of anxiety and had trouble talking to her. But she once told me that I would remain in her heart even when I was feeling better. That made me feel warm inside.