It seems like words can't explain the ache i get when i think of what it would be like to have had a mother who really cared for me. Who held me, comforted me, played with me and protected me. My T represents everything i wanted in a mother and i get this twinge of something whenever she talks about her kids. Not jealousy. Just maybe... *shrugs* I don't know.
Like at the end of our last session she was showing me where her youngest daughter had rubbed ink marks on the carpet while playing "psychologist" in her office. My mother would have beat the crap out of me to say the least. But she was so good about it, even seemed to find it sweet her daughter wanted to be like her. Things like that just shake me to the core. I am going to keep trying to tell her because i think it will be important for me to work through with her, and hopefully it wont be awkward for her to hear it.
A few weeks ago she broke some rules and shared some very real stuff with me and how she feels about me as a person. By making herself vulnerable like that i want to be able to do the same in return, i just need to stop being scared!
any thoughts?