Hops, I visualize doing just want you say. I figure if I visualize it enough, it'll be able to happen. I'm one of those people who rehearse what I say over and over and over. I probably shouldn't, but I do. I don't feel the fear building with no contact. I do feel stronger and more clear minded. It's just the thought of contact that makes me afraid.
Ami, my T has often told me I give her too much power. I've been working on that. I've been working on being able to say, "My mother wouldn't like this . . . but I do, and I"m doing it anyway." I hung curtains in my living room this weekend. I'm sure I didn't do it to her satisfaction, and I could just hear her voice as I was doing it, but I don't care because the curtains look nice. I did them myself, and I think they are really pretty. I cut my hair off over the weekend. I went to get a trim and ended up getting it cut really short. I really like it, but my mom won't. I just keep telling myself, who cares what she thinks, it's my hair. I like the new short do. I'm working really hard at not hearing the voice that says, that looks bad, or you're doing it all wrong. I think one of the reasons I stuck so stubbornly to the IT world at work is because my mother knew nothing about computers and she couldn't tell me I was doing things wrong.
Beth, the fact that my brother is male makes a big difference. After all, she thinks men are there to take care of us weakling women, and she doesn't understand how I can take care of myself, spend a night alone, etc. I'm not scared to be alone, like her, and I am competent. But for years she told me I wasn't, couldn't ever take care of myself. I wanted so desperately to get away, and I felt so trapped. She's always been very jealous of me too. I don't know how many times I heard, "Well, I only have an eighth grade education, how do you expect me to help you." or "You're so much better than us now that you have your fancy education." She was always jealous of what I accomplished, and anything I enjoyed, she ridiculed. She even makes comments about my job now, "You make more money than your father . . ." And she says it like I"m supposed to apologize.