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This is also a kind of transference, the way I understand it. This came up with my T, when Nancy Reagan died. Looking at the pictures of her, I realized that the reason I always found her "creepy" was that she reminded me of my mother. I mentioned this to my T and he said, "Yeah. That's 'transference'. When your feelings about one person get attached to someone else, because you see some similarity."I was trying SO HARD to keep my feelings toward my dad separate from my feelings toward my husband. But when he sought validation for his fears in *my* healing recovery work it ignited a cold rage in me
This opened my eyes to the f az c.f. that I allowed PTSD to cause me to always think the worse. I fought with the bad things replaced them with good thoughts of him (at first a battle) but now it's become natural. And it's changed me. It's changed him. I look at him with a happy and content heart now. I no longer let PTSD define who my husband is.