Thanks Teasel! (I haven't learnt how to do quotes and things yet!). It does sound and feel like a movement forward. And I've (I think) decided to ask my mum about one of these memories and ask what she thinks about it. It is a story she has always told people as though it is a really good joke. She finds it really funny. It's the time she pulled my tooth out, chasing me round the house whilst I was crying and running away from her. I think I must have been 5 or younger as we moved from that house when I was 5 (so young for wobbly teeth, but I'm assuming the tooth was wobbly). She shouted to my sister to catch me. I shouted to my sister to help me, really really thinking she would. But she didn't: she pinned me down and let my mum pull my tooth out. And then my mum was satisfied. And I remained sobbing. And my poor sister (who I have spoken briefly about this too a few years ago), felt torn between us (she still does). I don't remember my mum pulling anyone else's teeth and she never pulled any of my teeth again. But I want to ask her what she thinks about it. Because adult me isn't prepared to carry on pretending this is an amusing story. Inner child me is still telling me to not think about it, no feelings, it was funny even though feeling scared isn't funny, it needs to be thought of as funny.
Sorry: a little off topic but where my thoughts are at!
And right back at you with the important steps towards healing, Teasel. Going out of your comfort zone. Go you!