At the same time, they need to hear YES too. Life says no often, but it also says yes, and if you never hear it, you miss much.
If I might summarize my difficulties, it is that I never heard yes. There was no one there to do that. I do think in the past and around much of the world today that role is often played, when the parents fail, by an aunt, or grandmother, or cousin, or some other member of an extended network of people. It doesn’t have to be much or often. It just has to be sincere and timely.
There was no path forward or backwards, and no way to remain in place. This is how you create dissociation. Impossible becomes out.
I continue to land slowly in my body, though. All wounds can be managed and transformed. I do believe this.