Stir Me Up and Calm Me Down

I used to imagine there might be a time when I’d be “healed.” Often I couldn’t believe it would ever happen, but it it ever did, it would be some kind of nirvana in which I would be beatifically, radiantly calm, untroubled and untriggered by my past. Maybe it’s exactly that kind of vision that…

Timeout for Brother & Gallstones

This blog is supposed to be about my therapy and my healing from abusive experiences in my childhood. But every now and then, I have to wander off topic and just talk about what is happening in my life–which of course ends up affecting, in some way, where I am in therapy. So today I’m…

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Talking about the No Touch Rule

Friday midday I walk up the driveway to the old Victorian house where E has her office. She’s invited me to have an extra session this week to talk more about her refusal to provide comforting touch in therapy and my reaction to that boundary. Earlier in the day, I’ve already sent her a copy…