I've never done repressed memory work with T before. I have a partial memory, or it may be just information that was given to me about an incident that happened to me when I was in the 5th grade that is flopping around in my head. It has been there for years and I never really worried about it too much. Now, for some reason or another I have grown very curious about the incident and have this need to delve into it and try to figure it out. I don't know if it's something I should do or not.

Here is what I know..... When I was in the 5th grade there was a boy in my school who was mentally ill. He had taken a liking to me and used to follow me everywhere at school and out in the community too. If I was at the local park swimming or hanging out with friends, he always showed up.

We used to have students come in early each morning to class and get things ready for the day. Helping the teacher clean the blackboards, pass out classwork etc. I remember going into class early one day (it was my week to do this). We had a separate entrance that went into a cloakroom, and I entered through there, took my coat off and changed from my boots into my shoes (it was winter time).

I remember this boy coming in from the classroom into the cloakroom and saying good morning to me. I remember he had a weird look on his face, but I didn't really pay much attention to him. I always tried to be pleasant towards him as he did not have any friends and I admit, I felt a bit sorry for him.

Well, that's the last of it that I remember.....what I've been told is that he had a knife with him that day and that he asked me to be his girlfriend. I guess I told him thanks but no thanks and he became enraged. He took out his knife and held it against my throat and threatened to ... well you can imagine what he threatened. I believe at that point, the teacher came into the classroom and heard a commotion in the cloakroom. My teacher at the time was a retired police officer. He was able to subdue this kid and take him to the office where they called the police in.

Like I said, much of what I've just explained was told to me by others. I really don't have any memory after seeing him come into the cloakroom. I often wonder what role, if any, that played in my growth development and how I was as a teenager. I really think I would like to explore that situation.

What I would like to know is from anyone who has done work on repressed memories could tell me what to expect from T and how she might help me with this.

Thanks!


sabby