<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;C04MQXoyeCp7ImA9WhJWF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256</id><updated>2012-08-24T08:06:20.490+01:00</updated><category term='Anaclitic Depression'/><category term='Psychopath'/><category term='DramaTriangle'/><category term='MyDiary'/><category term='MyDarkness'/><category term='MyPoetry'/><category term='fantasies'/><category term='Attachment'/><category term='MyPaintings'/><category term='BodyMovement'/><category term='Control'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Sexual Abuse'/><category term='Labels'/><category term='MyDreams'/><category term='Transference'/><category term='Reactive A Disorder'/><category term='Alters'/><category term='TherapyMatters'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='ChildDevelopment'/><category term='Psychosis'/><category term='BodyMemories'/><category term='Victim'/><category term='goessoftlyishere'/><category term='Detached'/><category term='BodyHurts'/><category term='Alcoholism'/><category term='MyTherapy'/><category term='Grief'/><category term='AnalysingDreams'/><category term='ILikeThis'/><category term='DID Rant'/><category term='DeadMotherComplex'/><category term='Shame'/><category term='EatingIssues'/><category term='Envy'/><category term='Incest'/><category term='Nurture'/><category term='Induction'/><category term='Schizotypal'/><category term='CounterTransference'/><category term='Blood'/><category term='Narcissism'/><category term='Humiliation'/><category term='DeadMotherSyndrome'/><category term='Email2Therapist'/><category term='Boundaries'/><category term='Needs'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Therapy Transcript'/><title>Space to Think – Time to Talk – Room to Grow</title><subtitle type='html'>For those interested reading about psychotherapy, integrating feelings and the odd lightbulb moment usually based in psychoanalytic theory, feel free to follow my blog.

Warning: For those not very familiar with attachment theory in psychotherapy, this blog might cause vomitus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IBSH07cCp7ImA9WhRbFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-5134829113797814762</id><published>2012-01-23T08:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:39:19.308Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-05T12:39:19.308Z</app:edited><title>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://brokenlineofbeing.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://brokenlineofbeing.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-5134829113797814762?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://brokenlineofbeing.blogspot.com/' title='New Blog'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/5134829113797814762?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/5134829113797814762?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AMQns5eip7ImA9WhdbGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-8847195155214987131</id><published>2011-10-17T19:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:23:03.522+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-17T19:23:03.522+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><title>i will never forgive myself</title><content type='html'>i didnt hlp the horses. i made them worse. i wanted to ride them didnt i. i wanted to sit on to of them. when they were so tired. so tired and so sore. but i wanted to ride. i wanted to use them. i didnt see how hurt they were. oh the look in their eyes. so hurt. so tired.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-never-forgive-myself.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-8847195155214987131?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/8847195155214987131?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/8847195155214987131?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-never-forgive-myself.html' title='i will never forgive myself'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfEzNT5_1kw/TpxyRyZiWpI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lpiP56skYG4/s72-c/tumblr_lshboouFGz1qbqq5fo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0cMRXc7eip7ImA9WhdbF0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-3309596133907383297</id><published>2011-10-15T15:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:51:24.902+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-16T09:51:24.902+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ChildDevelopment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyTherapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyDreams'/><title>Psychoanalysis and Breastfeeding.</title><content type='html'>The other day i watched a program about breast feeding. Mothers who were breastfeeding their babies, infants, toddlers and children&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/psychoanalysis-and-breastfeeding.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-3309596133907383297?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3309596133907383297?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3309596133907383297?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/psychoanalysis-and-breastfeeding.html' title='Psychoanalysis and Breastfeeding.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQQGU05pawM/TpmVIv6YOZI/AAAAAAAAAgo/e6BsM8tkQ48/s72-c/tumblr_lqfzcy0u7V1qaxnilo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkENRnY9eip7ImA9WhdbFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-851876425150413940</id><published>2011-10-12T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:31:37.862+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-12T18:31:37.862+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email2Therapist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyTherapy'/><title>The White Baby.</title><content type='html'>Today was the first session after &amp;quot;the break&amp;quot; I cant say much about it because most times I couldnt speak and when I did speak it made no sense. Somehow ot came about that I replied to her &amp;quot;yes I do think you have done this because are sadistic and cruel.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/white-baby.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-851876425150413940?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/851876425150413940?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/851876425150413940?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/white-baby.html' title='The White Baby.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wsjh1n85BZo/TpXOYg9x0LI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0L0eLDVjDF4/s72-c/nothin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4HR3w-cSp7ImA9WhdbEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-1895942816816103345</id><published>2011-10-09T14:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T14:45:36.259+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-09T14:45:36.259+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ChildDevelopment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schizotypal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DeadMotherComplex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alters'/><title>The schizoid state is born out of soul destroying disappointment.</title><content type='html'>There is an interesting book I am reading right now called &amp;quot;The Analytic Experience&amp;quot; Two chapters really interested me so far. About psychosis and the other is about Ronald Fairbrain.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/schizoid-state-is-born-out-of-soul.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-1895942816816103345?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/1895942816816103345?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/1895942816816103345?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/schizoid-state-is-born-out-of-soul.html' title='The schizoid state is born out of soul destroying disappointment.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4nrgGXt0X4/TpGjVfLai9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/mRnJ2K27mzE/s72-c/tumblr_lgj7db3Ctb1qd1zpno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EAR3Y-fyp7ImA9WhdUGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-3376337549350805521</id><published>2011-10-07T15:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:00:46.857+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-07T16:00:46.857+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DeadMotherSyndrome'/><title>The Child That Never Existed.</title><content type='html'>My Birth-day. The day I was born as a Nothing.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/child-that-never-existed.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-3376337549350805521?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3376337549350805521?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3376337549350805521?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/child-that-never-existed.html' title='The Child That Never Existed.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCYEu3reAXg/To8QjmhB4dI/AAAAAAAAAgM/03hIuV2deBU/s72-c/tumblr_lnp8kmJjO71qkmkhco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAARXg5fSp7ImA9WhdUF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-3668130694773157585</id><published>2011-10-04T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:45:44.625+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-04T22:45:44.625+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyDreams'/><title>9 more days.</title><content type='html'>A dream I had last night&lt;br&gt;
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my friend had a baby. it was tiny, it as as tiny as a nut.she came to show me her baby. i had totally forgotten that she had a baby.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/9-more-days.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-3668130694773157585?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3668130694773157585?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3668130694773157585?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/9-more-days.html' title='9 more days.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXzh84yHhbI/Tot9GCcD0kI/AAAAAAAAAgE/FiL7aATw_0c/s72-c/tumblr_llm7ab5Xk11qb8vpuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EMRXk5fyp7ImA9WhdUFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-104459174713763251</id><published>2011-10-03T06:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:01:24.727+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-03T07:01:24.727+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyDiary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humiliation'/><title>10 more days to go.</title><content type='html'>Therapist is leaving today. I phoned her last night to .... not sure why... I wanted to phone to say good bye, consciously I thought that is what I wanted to do.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/10-more-days-to-go.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-104459174713763251?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/104459174713763251?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/104459174713763251?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/10-more-days-to-go.html' title='10 more days to go.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1Ybmn2qdT4/TolOSvusPOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jNDh2hRnVA4/s72-c/tumblr_lopeen6FEw1qfd1sao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkcBRn49fSp7ImA9WhdUFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-1100107954468105567</id><published>2011-09-30T18:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T18:34:17.065+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-30T18:34:17.065+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyTherapy'/><title>The therapist drew pictures.</title><content type='html'>Today was the last session before the week break. Now the therapist will be gone from Monday until next Monday. Some time at the beginning of the session when&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/therapist-drew-pictures.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-1100107954468105567?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/1100107954468105567?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/1100107954468105567?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/therapist-drew-pictures.html' title='The therapist drew pictures.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkllI-txtvw/ToX770aMkMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/M0vArY0ogNY/s72-c/touch.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8BQ3Y_eyp7ImA9WhdUE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-6896087725545365819</id><published>2011-09-29T14:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:27:32.843+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-29T14:27:32.843+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BodyHurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILikeThis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detached'/><title>You are not just a Mind, You also have a Body. No! I am a No-Body!</title><content type='html'>I have been in physical pain for most of my life but never really noticed it. Sometimes the pain gets more painful or maybe I am just more aware of it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-are-not-just-mind-you-also-have.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-6896087725545365819?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/6896087725545365819?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/6896087725545365819?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-are-not-just-mind-you-also-have.html' title='You are not just a Mind, You also have a Body. No! I am a No-Body!'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcGQXs5eSp7ImA9WhdUEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-4297157816792079077</id><published>2011-09-28T18:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:00:20.521+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-28T21:00:20.521+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CounterTransference'/><title>The truth that only exists in the space between the therapist and me.</title><content type='html'>my hands are black from the crayons in todays therapy session. I think it started off OK, i cant remember but then I remember drawing like crazy and the therapist sitting  next to me. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/truth-that-only-exists-in-space-between.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-4297157816792079077?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/4297157816792079077?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/4297157816792079077?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/truth-that-only-exists-in-space-between.html' title='The truth that only exists in the space between the therapist and me.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUZHXowga3c/ToNah_85lKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PFtAjY_6IPc/s72-c/Newborn_by_LosAlamos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QASX84fip7ImA9WhdUEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-681273221326508704</id><published>2011-09-26T17:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:42:28.136+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-26T17:42:28.136+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyTherapy'/><title>Not only do you give us away, but you give us away to a man.</title><content type='html'>Todays session was just like any other session. Hardly any words but lots of drawing. The therapist asked about last night. Asked if I sometimes wonder why she doesnt talk to my friend&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-only-do-you-give-us-away-but-you.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-681273221326508704?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/681273221326508704?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/681273221326508704?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-only-do-you-give-us-away-but-you.html' title='Not only do you give us away, but you give us away to a man.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EHL5ys9aU6Y/ToCk2IwkJQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lbuhr5R7-88/s72-c/tumblr_loz1dhOps91qa18sao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEINRng5cSp7ImA9WhdUEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-7924240730442870976</id><published>2011-09-26T12:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:29:57.629+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-26T12:29:57.629+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyDarkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcoholism'/><title>You speak to me of Attachment but I reply that it is a matter of life and death</title><content type='html'>I am a bad person. An attention seeker. I am still alive. Im sitting here on the sofa, in my dressing gown wondering what to write and whether to send it to the therapist or not.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-speak-to-me-of-attachment-but-i.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-7924240730442870976?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/7924240730442870976?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/7924240730442870976?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-speak-to-me-of-attachment-but-i.html' title='You speak to me of Attachment but I reply that it is a matter of life and death'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7ZBP7eocLk/ToBiIXXehmI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2z2q0VO9RPA/s72-c/tumblr_lrjiicoPY91qa18sao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUNRHY-cSp7ImA9WhdUEE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-7930604470644564936</id><published>2011-09-25T19:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:04:55.859+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-26T09:04:55.859+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title>to my husband</title><content type='html'>N... you are the most important person in my life... WERE the most important person... please... i  i loved noone as much as i love you. i know you will be heart broken when you find me dead.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-my-husband.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-7930604470644564936?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/7930604470644564936?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/7930604470644564936?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-my-husband.html' title='to my husband'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkICR3w-cCp7ImA9WhdUEE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-6739467070423236531</id><published>2011-09-25T15:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:09:26.258+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-26T09:09:26.258+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILikeThis'/><title>Ridiculous when I lose control - Bona fide problem child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
Something&amp;#39;s burning over there - a fragment of my soul.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/ridiculous-when-i-lose-control.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-6739467070423236531?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/6739467070423236531?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/6739467070423236531?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/ridiculous-when-i-lose-control.html' title='Ridiculous when I lose control - Bona fide problem child'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQCRHo7cCp7ImA9WhdVF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-6582274385311933346</id><published>2011-09-23T16:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T17:12:45.408+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-23T17:12:45.408+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BodyMemories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyTherapy'/><title>Did her touch stop my internal bleeding?</title><content type='html'>About an hour before therapy started today I started to bleed &amp;quot; really heavy down there&amp;quot; The bleeding was so heavy that everything soaked after 10 minutes. My hands were full of blood and it just kept gushing out like a tap.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/did-her-touch-stop-my-internal-bleeding.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-6582274385311933346?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/6582274385311933346?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/6582274385311933346?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/did-her-touch-stop-my-internal-bleeding.html' title='Did her touch stop my internal bleeding?'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HHeZnAZiDQI/TnyhmISXVpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/fBDEUItXoOo/s72-c/Bird_Nightmare_by_mickryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEUASXk9cSp7ImA9WhdVFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-684008797617671309</id><published>2011-09-19T05:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T05:24:08.769+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-19T05:24:08.769+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyDreams'/><title>Dream: where is the baby?</title><content type='html'>everyone was so upset. everyone was searching for a 2 week old baby that had been thrown into the bushes by her young teenage mum. i went downstairs to look for the baby. everyone was so upset. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream-where-is-baby.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-684008797617671309?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/684008797617671309?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/684008797617671309?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream-where-is-baby.html' title='Dream: where is the baby?'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a98/LMG123_/dg/th_R0001073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C08HRnY7eCp7ImA9WhdVEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-8559300737812861336</id><published>2011-09-15T05:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:43:57.800+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-15T05:43:57.800+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email2Therapist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyDreams'/><title>Inside vs Outside World.</title><content type='html'>This is a strange thing. Today in therapy the therapist said that most people, not all, but most people are more used to the outside world. Are more used to the outside world. We talked about this because I recently &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/inside-vs-outside-world.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-8559300737812861336?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/8559300737812861336?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/8559300737812861336?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/inside-vs-outside-world.html' title='Inside vs Outside World.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUlfp0j59oo/TnGCAiRIhrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/YG7lKmqvQZU/s72-c/Feral_Black_Bombay_Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQNSH4zcSp7ImA9WhdWGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-3224036110514950978</id><published>2011-09-14T08:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:46:39.089+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-14T08:46:39.089+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Envy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyDreams'/><title>Dream: Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;
Before I start writing about the dream.... when i was a teenager I really badly wanted some Converse shoes. Obviously I didnt get any. All money was spend on dad for his alcohol or court cases or fines.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream-envy.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-3224036110514950978?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3224036110514950978?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3224036110514950978?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream-envy.html' title='Dream: Envy'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dawRVu_J1U8/TnBba6rVKHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/kAkAlXv5Wdc/s72-c/7e64334a8479065323715c0edb60aba1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IDQ3w7fip7ImA9WhdWEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-3088319800634797972</id><published>2011-09-04T13:35:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T15:12:52.206+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-04T15:12:52.206+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email2Therapist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyTherapy'/><title>Lady you bereft me of all words, only my blood speaks to you in my veins, and there is such confusion in my powers</title><content type='html'>Where is this therapy going? And what exactly is therapy anyway. And who exactly is this woman I go and see three times a week? And why exactly do we sit in a room together and talk and listen and why &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/lady-you-bereft-me-of-all-words-only-my.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-3088319800634797972?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3088319800634797972?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3088319800634797972?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/lady-you-bereft-me-of-all-words-only-my.html' title='Lady you bereft me of all words, only my blood speaks to you in my veins, and there is such confusion in my powers'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a98/LMG123_/dg/th_1ivingdeadgirl1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4NQ3cyeCp7ImA9WhdXGEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-8531483773221343460</id><published>2011-08-31T18:30:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:16:32.990+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-01T09:16:32.990+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Induction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victim'/><title>Induction - I make you want to annihilate me.</title><content type='html'>So, I have spend the last couple of weeks on a psychoanalysis forum. From day one I have been honest about “who” I was, still being anonymous but letting people know that I was a trainee counsellor and a client/patient. I posted a few questions, one of them “Can interpretations destroy feelings?”&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/08/induction-i-make-you-want-to-annihilate.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-8531483773221343460?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/8531483773221343460?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/8531483773221343460?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/08/induction-i-make-you-want-to-annihilate.html' title='Induction - I make you want to annihilate me.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ww-hZVKe8jc/Tl5vfDYJk7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/SbWYQ7JclG0/s72-c/jjkljk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QCSHwycCp7ImA9WhdXE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-2192472572808598518</id><published>2011-08-26T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:02:49.298+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-26T20:02:49.298+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email2Therapist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alters'/><title>Don’t worry therapist, I will kill her for you.</title><content type='html'>you are no child anymore and the sooner you realise that the better. you are no child anymore. i know. im no child. i dont want to be a child. you are no child you are a grown up. you will never be a child.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-worry-therapist-i-will-kill-her.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-2192472572808598518?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/2192472572808598518?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/2192472572808598518?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-worry-therapist-i-will-kill-her.html' title='Don’t worry therapist, I will kill her for you.'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xEklVzNxkeA/TlftoRZjwNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/N_hkd_heKeU/s72-c/18568_100211813344168_100000660483237_3176_1076778_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQHSXoyfSp7ImA9WhdXEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-1226381599690094430</id><published>2011-08-24T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:52:18.495+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-24T18:52:18.495+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narcissism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><title>Idolising as healthy development</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;
I think idolising has something to do with the other person being important to me. It is like I cannot allow myself to let the other person be important. I dont devalue them because I know &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/08/idolising-as-healthy-development.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-1226381599690094430?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/1226381599690094430?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/1226381599690094430?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/08/idolising-as-healthy-development.html' title='Idolising as healthy development'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAGyZxjvdFc/TlU6CzDNaWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WniGSAI4q0s/s72-c/tumblr_loq0pumphw1qm5iueo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUAHSXs8fSp7ImA9WhdXEUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-3650498090984422547</id><published>2011-08-23T16:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:35:38.575+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-23T16:35:38.575+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narcissism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humiliation'/><title>Humiliation + Powerlessness = Therapy</title><content type='html'>This has got to be the worst phenomena in the world. Therapy. I feel such humiliation. And powerlessness. Every word the therapist writes to me seems like she is mocking me. Is she really mocking me?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/08/humiliation-powerlessness-therapy.html#more"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514854589856989256-3650498090984422547?l=integratingfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3650498090984422547?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514854589856989256/posts/default/3650498090984422547?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://integratingfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/08/humiliation-powerlessness-therapy.html' title='Humiliation + Powerlessness = Therapy'/><author><name>UnmotheredChild</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_7llZW7tTg/TXZBF8KoXEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/A2DQRGI7zSY/s220/38209_1547540851201_1315467699_1486681_5368958_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cQGukRSP8w/TlPFWDpWXLI/AAAAAAAAAd0/A3uw1ptQfnU/s72-c/tumblr_lnt5u6JbZh1qztk1wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYGRX47cSp7ImA9WhdXEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514854589856989256.post-6125245577911374372</id><published>2011-08-23T11:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:58:44.009+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-23T11:58:44.009+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email2Therapist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DeadMotherComplex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detached'/><title>Dissociation protects the abused child from crying out for help and finding out that she is alone</title><content type='html'>My reply to the therapist:&lt;br&gt;
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An abused child has learned to expect no help from mother because she already had emotionally abandoned the child on a regular basis. Dissociation protects the abused child from crying out for help and finding out that she is alone.
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