What happens when decades go by and repressed memories are brought forth in therapy? Are they real? Are they accurate?
“Close your eyes, September, and let us return to the dream.”
The young woman lay back and did as she was told with fingers laced resting on her stomach. The therapist, too, became relaxed and settled herself in the overstuffed leather chair across from the couch where the girl reclined. She directed the girl by asking questions.
“Where are you now?”
“In my secret place.”
“That means you are hiding, doesn’t it?”
Shyly, the woman replied, “Yes.”
“Why are you hiding?”
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“Because dinner got spilled on the ceiling and I had to go to my secret place.”
“You mean your parents had another fight?”
“Yes.”
“So you ran away.”
“Yes.”
“And exactly where was this secret place?”
“In their bedroom behind the cabinet with the big mirror.”
“They never knew you were there?”
“Nah, un-uh.”
“And what would happen after they had a fight?”
“They would make up. In bed, they made up and had sex.”
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