So I had therapy today to talk about some of the stuff with my mom, so I was pretty chill when I got home. After therapy I went to a Starbucks and read a chapter of 12 rules for life about raising your children. It didn’t quite hit on the “don’t be an absolute monster to your kids” that I thought it would, but I also practiced laying out some of my feelings about my mom in the framework of crucial conversations. I had gotten a Facebook message from my mom asking “if I got her texts”, but since I had blocked her on my phone and unfriended her on Facebook, this message came as a surprise to me. I got home and meditated a bit after lighting a scented candle (which smells like boy’s deodorant :)). I was reminiscing about my adolescence. In practice, I tried imagining how it felt to have my whole being be in some pleasant adolescent memories (which I realized were rooted in the pleasantry of being away from my bitchy mother). I also wrote down some potentially “Freudian Nightmare” phrases relating to my mom and Aneros usage. I tried channeling my inner, vulnerable childhood voice and got emotional as I articulated:
* “Mommy why did you get mad at me for using sex toys to make myself feel good?”
* “Mommy, why don’t you love me when I make myself feel all nice and good inside?”