Excerpt from Journal:
I just wanted to thank you for encouraging (praising?) my willingness to associate myself with and accept Kiddo. It is difficult to do so and let go of the humiliation at the same time, but perhaps essential to my beginning to become more comfortable with being in a position of need and dependence, without abusing myself out of fear or anger. I think, as much as it scares me, it is going to be very important for us to address the “attachment” stuff I keep referring to. I feel like I have kind of cheated my way around it by going out of my way to identify the childhood injuries behind it, perhaps hoping that I will not have to talk about my feelings in the present. Our previous discussions on my transference map (e.g. how my pain which I know is about the past feels like it is about others, including you) have given me no reason to believe I will scare you away. It seems very risky, though, so I will need it to be a very directed conversation. I know my fears of rejection, abandonment or otherwise losing connection are out of proportion, and that in itself is valuable to talk about. I am realizing that if I am going to let Kiddo do the talking, rather than continue to play the telephone game where everything comes out garbled and delayed, she has to know she’s safe and won’t be left. She needs to know the rules, what needs are OK to have, what things she is allowed to ask for and what things are out of scope. For example, can she ask to move the table (yes, the evil one)? Can she ask you to sit on the same side of the room? Can she move to the floor without it making you distress her by “running away”? What will you do if she is upset, inconsolable, if she cries? I’m not really sure if that’s even possible, but I have been close and only feeling like a zoo exhibit has held it back. Is it weird to use third person here? It seems odd, but also it fits, because I (writing this on her behalf) can accept any answers to these questions, but the part of me that is in pain whenever I enter your office is very scared. She is desperate, and in a parental way, I am desperate and scared for her as well.