Hi guys... An incident that happened to me in childhood has resurfaced in my psyche, and before it disappears again I want to post it here. I have never told anyone about it...not my parents, not my husband, not a best friend and not any of the several therapists I have had through the years. It's such an isolated thing, I am not sure if it's relevant/significant, but the fact that I haven't ever mentioned it makes me feel I am covering up shame. Here goes:
One day my mom and I went to NYC to meet my dad after work. I am not sure how old I was, but it was well before adolescence. We went to a big, multileveled dept store and she dropped me off at the toy dept and went shopping. There was a man there who was watching and smiling at me. He eventually worked his way over to me and for some odd number of minutes pressed into me. Then he scurried off. I really didn't understand it at the time, but later on made the connection that he must have gotten off at my expense. As I have said before, I didn't tell anyone about it...when my mom came and got me, I was silent. That is it....again, I am not sure if it's anything or really something.
I have grown to love and trust you all here...what do you think?
