Springer80
Diamond Member
Hugger and The Waltons
I had a very interesting thing happen today. I've been to see a trauma specialist and we did a few sessions of sensori motor body psychotherapy. I always felt something inside which was tightly bound and protective, like something sleeping that wanted to be shared but refused to budge. Today I felt an angular shell like structure on my upper half that felt heavy and solid and vacuumed or grafted on. I wanted in to find out what it was for and a panel seemed to slide out but it kept its shape. As I talked about it I said there is something inside. I felt a little girl in their with her hands and feet pressing up against the sides., keeping the volume and density of the form. She was angry and a bit ferral and was wearing a short sleeved prairie type dress, like she'd escaped from The Waltons and had been living in the woods but still had some stupid dress on. Once I could see inside I saw the form wasn't solid it was constructed, panels, plastic, transparent etc. And slowly I understood that The Waltons kid was the shield of defiance that had kept me on some treadmill trying to escape my emotions. Somehow the hugger in my belly now has her and is trying to hold onto her until she likes being hugged. She still wriggles but she isn't in charge and hugger doesn't feel so desperate to grip, or to find things outside of me to alleviate need. My back feels better too and i don't feel conflicted and tired. Curious!
I had a very interesting thing happen today. I've been to see a trauma specialist and we did a few sessions of sensori motor body psychotherapy. I always felt something inside which was tightly bound and protective, like something sleeping that wanted to be shared but refused to budge. Today I felt an angular shell like structure on my upper half that felt heavy and solid and vacuumed or grafted on. I wanted in to find out what it was for and a panel seemed to slide out but it kept its shape. As I talked about it I said there is something inside. I felt a little girl in their with her hands and feet pressing up against the sides., keeping the volume and density of the form. She was angry and a bit ferral and was wearing a short sleeved prairie type dress, like she'd escaped from The Waltons and had been living in the woods but still had some stupid dress on. Once I could see inside I saw the form wasn't solid it was constructed, panels, plastic, transparent etc. And slowly I understood that The Waltons kid was the shield of defiance that had kept me on some treadmill trying to escape my emotions. Somehow the hugger in my belly now has her and is trying to hold onto her until she likes being hugged. She still wriggles but she isn't in charge and hugger doesn't feel so desperate to grip, or to find things outside of me to alleviate need. My back feels better too and i don't feel conflicted and tired. Curious!