What a ride recently. I started going to a play therapy group, started by one of the ladies I know with young parts, I was standoffish at first, but soon got into it and started playing. Some disturbing memories came up in the art project that I was able to deal with. Then we had great fun playing balloon football from sofa to sofa. I’ve now realized that I have unresolved parts who need to play, and once I admitted that I got a lot of freedom.
I was also excited how things are working out for my one week’s intensive prayer/therapy in Michigan. I have been given $2,400 so far which should cover the cost. Thank You Jesus.
A couple of weeks ago I bought myself a Scalextric car racing set for Christmas, which Mrs E has wrapped and will give me. Hoohah. Looks like I’ll be racing around the family room this Christmas in a Lancia rally car. I also bought myself a model airplane, a balsa one I remembered from childhood. I feel that some parts resent missing a happy childhood. I’m careful where I let this happen, but I’ve been happy to let these parts come out to play and enjoy themselves.
Once a week now I try and go for breakfast with a friend from the group who is a lot further down the road than I am and this is very helpful.
Christmas brings up many memories, some good some bad, and is a kind of bittersweet time for me. I also think of my siblings (I’m the oldest) and how they are doing. Do their memories come up by themselves? Are they in denial? Do they know where to turn to for help? Of course I can’t say anything to them in case they don’t remember, or some of my memories aren’t accurate and I say something I shouldn’t. How sad that the darkness stays around. Just what the abusers wanted, who can blame them?
I was also excited how things are working out for my one week’s intensive prayer/therapy in Michigan. I have been given $2,400 so far which should cover the cost. Thank You Jesus.
A couple of weeks ago I bought myself a Scalextric car racing set for Christmas, which Mrs E has wrapped and will give me. Hoohah. Looks like I’ll be racing around the family room this Christmas in a Lancia rally car. I also bought myself a model airplane, a balsa one I remembered from childhood. I feel that some parts resent missing a happy childhood. I’m careful where I let this happen, but I’ve been happy to let these parts come out to play and enjoy themselves.
Once a week now I try and go for breakfast with a friend from the group who is a lot further down the road than I am and this is very helpful.
Christmas brings up many memories, some good some bad, and is a kind of bittersweet time for me. I also think of my siblings (I’m the oldest) and how they are doing. Do their memories come up by themselves? Are they in denial? Do they know where to turn to for help? Of course I can’t say anything to them in case they don’t remember, or some of my memories aren’t accurate and I say something I shouldn’t. How sad that the darkness stays around. Just what the abusers wanted, who can blame them?
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