My sitter caught a stomach bug and couldn't watch my daughter for my appointment, so I decided to bring Aleena with me. I figured if I got turned away, then it would be find; I had to go shopping and do a ton of other things, so I was trying not to worry about my predicament. I really wanted to see my T and I didn't want to disappoint her by not showing up, but I didn't know what to expect. My last psychologist would have turned me around at the door with his damned nose in the air; my current T welcomed her like nothing was wrong.
She did see the terror on my face though, when I brought in my three year old, and the first thing she asked was 'oh gosh, what's the matter?'. I had already caught her up on the outline of what was going on with a short phone conversation, so she thought something happened with my dad or my mom called. I was slightly embarrassed when I told her what was really freaking me out and she laughed and waved my worries away. I truly do respect my T in more ways than one.
Aleena was fine; my T works with families and other children, and has mountains of toys in her office. So we went through the session. It was basically me bringing her completely up to speed and then her asking me what I wanted to focus on now. Do I want to focus on my anger at my family's treatment of each other (and myself), or would I like to continue focusing on my alter's and the dissociation?
I told her I would like to focus on my alters now and fixing myself; I've come to the conclusion (rather painfully) that there is simply nothing I can do to fix my old family. I've come to the conclusion, and this is with Lin's helpful advice, that I have to stop trying to control something I have no control of. My family is all grown up, my siblings are over the age of sixteen and can think for themselves; there is no reason for me to keep trying to help where no help is wanted. The family I used to know is long gone; the people in their places are as foreign to me as the strangers in a supermarket.
Not everyone is in agreement with these statements, but it's a start. Eve grieves and sometimes grows depressed when I refuse to call them for her. Brian (I'm slowly starting to get to know him) wants his brothers back, and Slap wants her gosh darned dog back (our Little Bit; mother wouldn't relinquish him to us, and I recently heard she brought him to the pound instead....

All in all, though, I feel this is the beginning of something good. I'm scared and crying over letting go, but it truly is the best. I feel better taking these steps; my husband even says I've been laughing more and he hasn't heard me laugh in a while. All in all, good comes out of letting go.
