My parts finally just started coming all the way out (me gone or more often just pushed way back) in sessions these last couple of months. Embarrassingly, the littles who have come out, so far, basically just hide in T's arms. They had rarely looked around the room, sometimes causing physical injury when they would want to hide in a corner and ended up smacking into a coffee table. There is a huge fear of seeing and being seen. A couple of them have come to the point where they really do want to see T and to be seen by him. LY tried to today and could only just barely glance out of the corner of her eyes. She kept her eyes open most of the time and didn't hide in T the whole session.
What she did observe, however, was just the wrongness of the body. The shoes are too big, and weird. The hands are too big. I used to have a problem with the hands before, even when she was deeper inside (the body would feel too big in therapy and I'd have to bring a giant stuffed animal for her to feel "right"). When T has been hugging her while she has been further out, she hasn't looked until now, except maybe at his arm or something. She kind of just composed an image of what it would look like for someone like T (she has a general sense of how he looks from me and others who can make sporadic eye contact) to hug someone who looks like she does (internally). Now, she is realizing more concretely how many things are wrong and how he is not really seeing "her" when he interacts. He almost always treats her like a kid and only a couple of times has slipped up and said something like, "When you were little," about a memory. I think he has the ability to look at us and really see the other parts inside, even very little ones. When she told him she was upset, he reassured her that she is perfect the way she is, but she hates "not matching."
The other thing is, we found a cassette from around her age and listened to it, heard our actual voice. My sense of disconnection and embarrassment at some of things on her have really made her feel, you know, how very long ago that was? All of a sudden, she is realizing, she had friends and toys that she loved that she'll never see again, family members who are dead (one was on the tape and although that one hurt another part, it was LY's "best" person), activities she liked to do that she could only now do alone or with T, because we will look ridiculous or draw attention to ourself otherwise. She kept saying it's not fair. And it really isn't. And I don't know how to make her feel better about it. I want to let her do things that make her happy, but they all feel so "wrong" to her in this body that they cause more distress and anxiety than happiness. I'm feeling pretty helpless about it. She is usually the most positive, courageous part of us. It's like a lethargy of the soul to have her feel so distraught and resigned.
