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In IFS therapy for about a year now, and I do see improvement for sure, especially in my internal communication. I’ve definitely got more parts that I haven’t gotten to meet yet (only know them from bodily sensations/involuntary reactions, so I know they’re there but I haven’t actually figured out who they are) but I have 7 parts that I can usually find/communicate with if they need my attention. Out of these 7, 4 are kids, 1 is a teenager, and 2 are adults. This seems like a high proportion of younger parts to me!

I’m just curious to see how many little parts other people have! I really like having so many child parts, it feels a lot easier to communicate with them, but I do worry about how much work they have to do in helping maintain our emotions. Interested to hear what other people have to say about their child parts and their roles in the system!

Feeling bad, folks!!! A few times now I’ve cried during my physical therapy sessions. They’re weekly and mostly just doing exercises, not even very hard ones, but because they target the parts that hurt, of course they hurt more.

Today I was holding back tears from the first stretching exercise, and was proud of myself for pushing through with only a few shed very silently and stoically during exercises. And then they had me lay facedown on the table for the Theragun, decided to have me sit up instead, and I messed up climbing off the table and my very, very spicy hip trigger point got my full body weight pressed into it, right on the edge of the table. Burst into tears. Multiple people looking over in concern. Not great. Feels bad!

Am I the only one, or am I doing physical therapy wrong? I’m embarrassed honestly bc I’ve never seen anyone else cry there. This kind of turned into a vent which I am sorry for but I am just hoping someone else understands haha!

BUG WARNING!

May have had a very big wake up call when I went to try and clean up the diet soda graveyard that lives on my nightstand. Dumped one of them in the sink so I could toss it and an EARWIG came out. I screamed, then yelled to apologize to my roommate for screaming, then ran downstairs and threw the can in the yard. Oh God. Not even sure what I aim to gain from posting this other than not being alone in the embarrassment and horror of finding an EARWIG in a SODA CAN. And I have so many sometimes that I lose track of which I’m actually drinking out of! It could have gone IN MY MOUTH. I like bugs, but this does not apply to bugs in me. Or in my bed with me. I might need to make a change finally.

Edit because as soon as I finished writing this post and sat down to scroll for 5 minutes while my laundry finished, a spider descended from the ceiling directly next to me, scaring the shit out of me. Again. And then when I jumped up, briefly panicked, I didn’t have time to think “oh let’s go get a cup or a tissue and put it outside or in the basement” my cat came up and ate it. I’m so sorry little spider 😭😭