Silence

Imagine being that sensitive and attuned to the emotional states of others, that you can sense when there’s something not-quite-right with them before they themselves become aware of it. Imagine being this way because. parentified by your mother as you are, the only way you’d feel secure and safe is if you could suss out…

Frame

Did I suffer a narcissistic wound, early in my childhood? Quite possibly. It was different, though, from the kinds of abuse that most of the Cluster Bs report having experienced – physical, emotional etc. I don’t recall either of my parents every devaluing or dismissing or criticizing me. Au contraire, I was their ‘golden child’…

Pain

I don’t like people who talk about “pain”. There are two parts to this. One has to do with people who feel the need to broadcast how much of “pain” they have handled and do, to the world at large, And “how difficult” it is/has been. You know the kinds I am referring to. The…

Early

I started therapy, describing my life with one word – Anguish. It’s not a word that’s used too often these days. Sounds kind of archaic, speaking of a sensibility that no longer exists. Or, maybe, they use something else in its place. I wouldn’t know. Or if I do, I don’t care. I recognized the…

Initium

I told my therapist today that I think she’s bored of me. If not bored then at least wondering if her time (paid for, of course) could be better utilized with someone else who needed it more. She laughed. I liked her for that. And that she did not, reflexively, try and convince me to…