One more thing, Robi1992: the  particulars, the details of your story, these  are special to you, the  waiting  for your parents for 6-7 hours and living in the storage room with glass door, these are yours, but disassociation, the disappearing of a big part  of oneself, that is true to everyone, me  included. Different details but same process, the disappearing. If you watch young children, how they play, how they anticipate what  is next, the joy, the excitement… where does  it  all  go?

Watch the adults, those dull faces (when not smiling to the camera), the disinterest, where did that joy and excitement  of early childhood go?

This disappearing, this disassociation, that is true to all of us. You are not alone in  it.

The process of re-association, that is possible for you. I am experiencing it myself these very days.

anita