You can tell the world all about your favorite relatives. Those that praised, teased, hugged and paid attention to your obnoxious middle child self, these you can celebrate. Indeed, you must celebrate. But that auntie whose biting words and ridicule cut deep into your nine-year-old heart, keep her between yourself and your therapist.
Unless I am that auntie. Tell me where I've hurt you, because I am
And I want to make it right somehow.