week that were unforeseen.
First, it may come easy for some, but for me it does not. It took some talk and some more honesty from the T on his perceptions of my emotional (or lack thereof) state, but some twenty minutes into the session I CRIED. I didn't tear up- I CRIED. Only for a few moments before the voices from the past inside reminded me what a little piece I was- but still, I crossed for a few minutes into the emotional world of reality and was able to acknowledge after all these years that it hurts. And I was able to cry. The topic was the urinating by guys on other people that I posted of on Saturday, but its much more than that. It all came together for a brief few moments. All the abuse and all the years. Not in segments and chapters but all together. And the world did not end.
Second, I have told only a few people about the art series project I worked on months ago related to healing and Sexual Abuse and the hurt and trauma and all that stuff. And I have shown it to even fewer people. It will be pretty expensive when finished to have matted and framed appropriately. I received a phone call out of the blue last Sunday night from a friend. This friend wanted to be a sponsor for my art work. Meaning this friend wanted to help cover the cost of making it presentable. Is that not cool? And affirming?
I had talked about both of these issues before on MS... being unable to bring forth real emotions and about my art project series on abuse. I just wanted, needed to share these two recent happenings and to say again how grand MS is for guys like me- guys like us.
For now we see through a glass, darkly.