Rose White
VIP Member
I’m thinking about bringing my hideous purple stuffed rabbit to therapy tomorrow. She is hideous because her face is creepy due to being “made up” with marker by my daughter. But she is the perfect size for sleeping with and I think of her AS ME. I imagine I am holding my inner child when I hold her as I’m going to sleep. And she smells really good too. Even though she is hideous, I love her. And I do think of my inner child as kind of hideous sometimes, from my contained and rational adult perspective. The inner child’s demands for mother/father unconditional love and mixing up sex with it, and getting tangled in my dad’s sexualization—very frustrating. I know it’s not her fault that my dad acted that way toward her, but sometimes my critic-guardian just sighs about my inner child. I need to focus on reparenting more. I start to take care of my inner child and then I abandon her for a while and have to start over again. My consistency is not solid or dependable. All this is to say that I understand the ambivalence, or even resentment, toward the inner child.