No wonder it's so hard to feel. Not only could I not cry, show hurt / anger, I really could only show emotions that were in line with what my dad was feeling, when I was growing up.
There wasn't room for different views or feelings. There was no discussion around helping me / my sibs articulate what was going on inside.
Take that approach and add 20 or so years (plus a little ADHD) and you get . . me. A real disaster at times, for sure. In addition to the disasters I create, add a stiffling work environment and a wife who was raised in an overly pleasant way.. no wonder I have BPD.
My therapist says I need to put my feelings in an envelop others can open. I can get there, I am sure, but I am beginning to really see how I got here.
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