It seems the more the child is permitted to be, so too is the adult.
During my sessions I have always been given silence to think, and form my own opinion on any thing I chose. Mouth shoots off some stupid things sometimes, but recently they are making more sense. I catch myself saying, "Where did that come from," and "Was that me." I concluded I am a different person in session than I am out here in the world, I think.
I have become more visible in that silence?
How many times have I said to self, shut up and give T a go, only to silence him mid sentence with a diatribe of me, me and don’t forget about, me. I see now what has happened, and that’s why T lets me have the stage. I wonder if he sat back and thought, its about time you became YOU.
My feelings count, and my thoughts are heard. I matter!
The hard question is do I like who I have become? Sometimes I am aware I talk shyte, but I talk. Sometimes I am right and wrong, but I at least I am being. Self is happy she is finally out there discovering herself. She didnt happen over night but she is happening.
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