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Gosh, this all sounds really new agey (to me) and I feel quite self-conscious writing it, because I'm aware that it's the kind of stuff that would have had me cringeing even a year ago! But... it's the best way I have come across to understand what goes on, and it seems to work. |
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I'm at the cringing part still, Improving.
My T has talked repeatedly about how I have incorporated my abuser into myself. I really struggle with not judging myself for that. It is difficult for me to draw the line between whether I am abusive inside my head toward myself, or whether I really am that disgusting as a person, and anyone who saw what happened inside my head would be just as disgusted. If that makes sense. I am still struggling with how separate things are in my head. Just looking at the kid in the room causes problems. There is the kid, the disgusted person, and then a fairly neutral person whose job appears to be limited to opening and closing doors inside my head. And it's a guy. How bizarre is that? And who died and made him king of the doors? Anyway. I do appreciate the additional information. Off to marriage counseling. ![]() |
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Mykids, that is so horrible what you went through as a child. Hugs.
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You didn't invite the abuser in! "The abuser is lodged in your mind," might be a fairer description.
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