Over the last week, I’ve felt what I can only describe as a changing of the guard. I’m not sure what it means, or what the impact will be, but there is a definite internal shift. There are ones coming forward who haven’t been active in over ten years… ones who love going out to pubs, ones who love socialisation and hate the insular life we now lead. This all sounds really positive; but it also means more lost time, as these ones have little understanding of the rest of the system, and almost no motivation to learn.
I don’t know what this will mean long term, and I know it’s probably a reaction to starting with a new therapist. But it’s scary… It’s also raises the question as to “who is the real me?” Maybe I’m the autonomous imposter? Maybe these parts are the “real castorgirl”? They sure live more than I do.