My Behaviors now –
I have written in past posts about my struggles with friendships, especially with women. I was clingy, insecure, deferred to others’ opinions versus having confidence in my own, and needed constant reassurance that people cared. And I didn’t always select the healthiest of relationships. Over time, I came to realize I’d been looking for my mother my whole life. Not the best foundation for a healthy adult relationship.
I don’t deny any of that. And I fully acknowledge that, try as I might to do better, the pattern repeated even as I didn’t want it to. I was mystified by my neediness and ashamed because my adult self viewed me as acting like a child. While I managed my professional life like the forty or fifty-year-old adult I was, why was I acting like an insecure teenager in my friendships?
As I worked with various therapists to overcome these insecurities, I kept failing. No matter how much we talked it through, I just could NOT get past it. Until one day, during some recent work with my current therapist, we struck on the problem.
We were doing a yoga exercise that involved my being on my back in a vulnerable position. Even as I relaxed into the pose, I found myself getting more and more anxious, afraid, and downright terrified. She called a halt to that work, and instead we discussed what had happened. She was quiet for a moment, then mentioned something about “somatic memories” and “object constancy.”
I’ll get into those in the next post. But for now, she basically explained that the reaction I’d had, as well as the insecurities and some other reactions we’d worked on, were all from a very early “pre-verbal” stage of life.
Trying to understand exactly what that meant, I asked my therapist if that was related to the sexual assault my father inflicted on me during a car ride when I was three. It was an assault I still remember clearly, but given my age, would that have been “pre-verbal?”
She shook her head and quietly said, “No. It would have been much earlier than that.”
I took that in for a moment. “How much earlier than being three?”
“Infancy.”
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