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Tag: boundary

Self, contained

Self, contained

It’s hard to think of myself as someone who’s been traumatized. That term should be reserved for people who have been victimized in some way, my critical inner voice says. People who were beaten, raped, or hit by shrapnel – that’s trauma. Today I found myself watching a video with therapist Peter Levine about “self-soothing” … read more Self, contained

Posted on January 18, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories RefractionTags 2015, boundary, hole, trauma
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