05 August 2008
Published on August 5th, 2008 @ 02:22:55 pm, using 152 words, 1280 views
This week saw a return to the hypnotherapy type approach. I will skip any particular introduction or background and – for my own purposes – record what little progress was made.
I am back outside the gates of the garden on yet another sunny day. The child, my younger self, is in the confines of the garden playing and enjoying the sunshine – as is the general state in which I find things in this strange world.
I am so pathetic. This week I could not even approach the child for fear of saying or doing the wrong thing. This is the hub of everything. Fear! Fear! Fear! Fear of saying or doing the wrong thing. For, inside the house that the child lives dwells a monster. My abuser, the child’s abuser, will do everything they can to destroy us if we make the smallest mistake.
I have no hope of anything ever changing.