Todays therapy session with Martin was focused on my inner child - Little Mike, who by all accounts is a very pleasant chap, very amenable, well behaved, a bit quiet maybe, very shy, pretty lonely but enjoying his own company. Mixed with some desperation and a fair degree of isolation and anger. In the session we went in a time machine, back to 4 year old me, living at a foster home, where I had mentioned being quite sad (devastated) at leaving, not least of all because of a US army jeep pedal car they had, that I had taken temporary ownership of. After it had finished, I wrote these words: Hug. Ω hugged me. Rare event. No one's fault. Little Mike couldn't be held and Big Mike is the same, I tend to put myself in a position where I'm not eligible to need to be taken into consideration for a hug. It's safer that way, no expectation or disappointment. Martin said to bring the car and Little Mike back with me, weirdly, my main concern with the pedal car was 'where wa...
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