I grew up with a mother who used to threaten to run away from home whenever we, as little kids, made any kind of innocent mistakes (spilling something etc)--this was her routine response, "That's it! I'm running away from home!! You ever hear of mothers who run away? Well I'm running away!!" Well: so not only did I--for years--
not believe this had ever impacted me, I even--so I thought--had forgotten it...until I started therapy. And then one day her voice--loud as ever--came searing through my head. My heart started racing and I don't think it's really stopped since, and many more memories have come to the surface too, some deeply painful.
Anyway, my point is that in the context of therapy I have since had to contend with my own attachment and abandonment issues, and I have to say the shame is unbelievable--and so please know you are not alone. I have been shocked--shocked, floored, really--to find myself crying like a confused kid in front of my therapist because she's going on a vacation, to say nothing of the time she messed up one of our scheduled appointments and missed--took me about two months to get beyond it enough to talk about anything else. It hurts like hell. It's an affliction, a thing, a kind of wound that's there that I had for years lived without feeling. I don't know that it can be undone so much as accepted, taken care of, as a part of who you are--it is one of the things (and there are many other things, of course) that many of us our made of thanks to the choices made by our caretakers. I hope--this is my hope, anyway--that in knowing and feeling and facing the fact of this particular, unique wound, we might not just pass it on and repeat it and just recycle it over and over. So--
@purpleswirled --I say be proud of yourself for walking this path. Can't undo what's been done but you can come to know and define your terms. Sending you healing.