Some recent events have made me realize, with complete certainty that I have different selves/alters. I still am not aware of losing time, but who the hell knows these days. I am distraught atm. I am pretty sure I am the protector/caregiver or something I cannot remember the definitions atm. But my original me is, I think my he-self. He is a traumatized soul and doesn’t communicate or play well with others. My he-self communicated with my T over email for the first time and it ended in disaster. My T doesn’t like email communication. However after much debate he wrote a very difficult email. Difficult in the sense of writing, it didn’t say all too much except a bit of how he felt. Then, naturally after making ourselves a tiny bit vulnerable through this action we pushed back. And I feel my T let go. Like I grabbed his hands, and jumped over a bridge, and instead of him pulling be back he let us all go. I know this is dramatic but when you cannot deal with emotions of attachment well, the emotions ARE dramatic. And I know I am an adult and have to accept the consequences for jumping over/pushing back, but sometimes I feel how a child feels. This is also why I know I am here to take care of my others, because I am trying to take care of him like I do my own children. It is strikingly obvious, at least at this moment, that I am here only to take care of the hurt others. That is why I was created.
I am distraught because I simply cannot imagine ourselves entering a therapeutic relationship again. Because I believe it now, that I need to protect them from being hurt. But at some level I am pretty sure we need therapy.