My first psychologist asked if I had had a birth trauma.
How odd, I thought. What does that have to do with anything?
Then I found myself driving the car up the driveway and stopping it a part of the way up, it was a long driveway. I parked it there and left it with the idea (I was pretty crazy) that I was pushing my mother out of the way to get out somehow, I don’t think I associated it with birth. But then I learned that she had waited to deliver me until my father, late, arrived at the hospital from work. I always knew that the doctor had had to turn me upside down and slap me on the bum to start me breathing, that I didn’t cry.
Then the issue of “dominating” started and my mother never dropped it.
I’m still fighting this battle today. I try to do something for my benefit and it’s assumed that I just want to dominate, that I should be stopped (at all costs.)
I am fighting with them right now. I’m really not sure I’m ever going to talk to them again. It’s hard.