Adults...
I remember their faces, their eyes, their words their expressions.
I could see how they were projecting parts of themselves
and their own expectations on me even though i knew nothing
of psychology or psychological projections at the time.
I remember at times my eagerness to please
and other times some confused feelings of utter unease
when a projection was rejected outright from within
and the fear or threat of disappointment, rejection or abandonment
if i did not comply and 'play the part'.
I remember the translucent 'liquidity' of a still unadulterated self
and the often 'ugly feeling' resembling a packed ' bag of vomit'
that followed each time submitting in fear or confusion
even though 'playing the part' brought praise
for a self ... that I was not or wanted to be.
I remember the sadness, the 'gnawing' and an overwhelming
feeling of 'sickness' spreading and steadily overtaking my soul.
I remember the brief interchange of Real and Superimposed self
until a total underlying sadness finally took over
like the shadows of darkens spreading over the fields in the night.
I remember the tears and the pain for some Unidentified 'Loss'.
The Loss of Myself - the Loss of the 'Real Me'.
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There is a time in the young child's life
when all the past humiliations, and deprivations
accumulate into an inchoate realization:
"There is no hope of being loved for what I am"
" The Primal Scream "
( Arthur Janov )
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( Arthur Janov )


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