Jung said of a patient that when she first came to him “…she was able to play her traditional role of the supremely wise, very grown-up, all-understanding mother-daughter-beloved—an empty role, a persona behind which her real and authentic being, her individual self, lay hidden.
For those of you who have been wondering what’s up with yesterday’s, “post,” please disregard it. It was an accident. I had been writing notes for my next post, which will come out on Tuesday, and, in a bit of a rush, I accidentally hit the “Publish” button instead of the “Save Draft” button! I […]
Like the woman in my dream, I grew up believing that relationships with my husband and children would fulfill me. So I gave up my passion for horses. Perhaps my friend’s passion for her family was enough.
Five years later my dream came true when husband bought me a white albino gelding with light blue eyes. But it was short-lived: I was pregnant within a few months and my cautious doctor warned me against riding. We sold Bamboo before my daughter was born.
One day Miss Berry, my first grade teacher, announced that we were to have blood tests. In a few days we would go to the school nurse who would prick our fingers, squeeze out a drop of blood, apply it to a glass slide, and then we would go back to our rooms. It wouldn’t really hurt very much she said. Just a momentary pinprick. We must take these permission slips home, have them signed by our parents, then bring them back.