I think I may have found my first brave child, though I would like your honest opinion and experience.
I bought a notebook and a set of pens. These pens and this notebook are for 'group communicating only'. I even named it 'Safe Haven' and drew a picture of rudimentary people holding hands on the cover (for any alters that might not be able to read). I wrote on the first page that this book is to help ease communication, and no one will ever read it who we don't want to, including the T. So far, no one wanted to write, but I have been assaulted by images of coloring books and crayons.
It's a very weird sensation, and I think me not acknowledging it is what led to my little breakdown today. The more I sit here and feel like I should run outside, run to the playground, and throw myself onto the slide.... It gets worse and worse as I deny it. At first, I did what I always do when I feel something odd (I sadly conditioned myself to push away what isn't 'normal'), I simply ignored it. I then grew panicky. It then became overwhelming safeness. It then became what you read earlier. And now, curiously as I lie on my couch trying to rest my splitting head, I feel anxiety in my chest because I'm not acknowledging the coloring book image.
Could this be (I understand you all can't diagnose! ;P), a child alter flooding me? I think it would make sense due to what I recently learned and how badly it's still affecting me. If it is a child alter, what should I do? I can't get her to talk (or maybe she can't) and I'm almost certain she can't/won't write, but by goodness she wants a coloring book and crayons! I can't head out the door to get any (my little girl hates coloring for some reason, shed rather read with me) because hubby has the car at work. And she doesnt want plain paper and a pencil.
Sadly, the more I write this the more my chest tightens in panic, yet my mind is calmer than usual. It's all physical, if that makes sense. I keep getting the crayons and book in my head (one with elephants!) but I'm not feeling crazy, just like my body is about to freak out or have a heart attack.
How can I calm her down, if it is a child alter? And is it really really sad that I'm afraid to confront her....? Or should I say, afraid to confront what she went through? Should I even try to do anything, or should I hold off until next month, when I first visit the T?