Therapy for an Attachment Disorder
It involves singing.
She asked me to relax and let myself surrender to the music and just sing. I did. I sang a whole C major scale over a single octave, in tune, and with some wonderful tone.
It felt good.
She said, “There you are! That was you. I see you, Susan”.
Anxiety welled up in the back of my chest and the tears flowed. Being seen felt unsafe. Bad. Dangerous.