This opened my eyes a LOT (your answer, baseball65) - takes it to a new level. I've been journaling a lot but it's not enough. But I'm coming from a program which talked about being gentle with yourself, and happy, which seemed to work as well. So I'm having trouble with balancing that difference, and getting mad and making it real. It is stressful to get angry....also what does it do long term to the inner child?
BTW I'm mostly healed from the other program but still have tinnitus, neuropathy, plantar fasciitis etc so it feels impossible to exercise much.
Well... two decades later my inner child is just peachy. In fact, since Sarno's 'Freud synopsis' in HBP is largely very accurate, You couldn't 'upset' the inner child if you tried. It is a set of fears/beliefs/viewpoints that tell us the world is scary, we're all alone, we're not strong enough, good enough,etc... It is printed in there like a tattoo.
Soothing him sounds like coddling? He (it) comes up any time I do a review, or if I am having a mild symptom warning. I sort of postulate what that little guy is thinking. I never have to necessarily 'figure it out' but having a good imagination helps.
More important is knowing he isn't changing, IS causing me stress and I have been papering him over with 'adult' behavior that the selfish little b-tard doesn't like.
Example.... My teeth started bugging me a couple weeks ago.
I noticed it on the day my Mom went to the Hospital (I am her 'caretaker'...RAGE) and she might be dying. In spite of the fact that we were never particularly close, I left home at 15 and was basically an orphan the GOODIST still needs to do the RIGHT THING. I also got into an argument with my son over a work issue, had to fire another guy and had to have dinner with My brother who I have a lot of painful history with, sitting next to my Ex-wife and her new Guy...all in the same DAY.... Hows that for some repressed rage inner child shit?
Ouch...my jaw is killing me.
so I get out some paper, list all of that stuff....and UNLOAD. Full on screaming hissy fit in my car. I go into every detail about every perceived slight, responsibility and unfair pressure...rant,rant,rant. I crushed a couple of dozen whiffle balls into oblivion in the backyard. I talk it over with my Bro who also gets TMS and have a chat with my GF who also 'gets it'
I write it down on paper, see where my thinking is wonky (Inventory)...see if I have done anything that requires an amends
Oh yeah... and in the meanwhile my jaw isn't hurting. Gone.
this is an action program...do something...anything! Cheers