ownedgirlie
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If therapy hasn't worked for you, I'd venture to say you haven't found the right therapist yet. What was uncovered in my own therapy is that my rage was a product of penting back anger from an extremely early age. When a youngster has no voice and no say in what is happening, the only way he/she learns to express it is through frustration or anger...years of this turns into rage. Much like you, I lashed out at my Master a lot in my first year as his. I desperately needed his domination of me, yet internally I fought it. It wasn't HIM I was fighting, though, it was me. I didn't want to let down my guard. I didn't want to break through all those walls I created to protect myself. The thing is, the tools we learn as youngsters, to get through the pains going on in our worlds, typically serve to hurt us as adults. The question I had to ask myself was, why did I feel the need to "protect" myself from my Master? After all, that's what walls are created to do, right? Why did I need to fling my amunition at him, in protection of myself? I found that any time he penetrated deeper into me (emotionally)...any time I let go of a barrier between us, I would rebel. It was fear and anxiety behind all of this and nothing more. And no matter how much I wanted to believe I trusted him, until I trusted myself to be able to please him, and until I trusted that I had something worth giving and loving, then I would continue to lash out at him, accusing him of ill intentions with me and causing more drama than either of us wanted. Not that he would tolerate it. There were times he seriously considered "To hell with it" and getting rid of me, and who could blame him? But every time my ugly beast reared its head, he would smack it back down, and then we would spend tons of time talking about it and dissecting what happened (I had LOTS of writing assignments, to analyze my thoughts and feelings about all that had occurred). The thing is, every time I was "back in place," I felt so much more secure, and so calm, and so grateful for his consistency and toughness. Perhaps part of it was testing my own boundaries. But the rage came from something much deeper. And until I could see that and take responsibility for my response to it, I continued to stumble. I do wish you well with this. Recognizing an unhealthy pattern is the first (and big) step.
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