November 16, 2016
Natural treatment of obsessionality. “Estelle, you’re such a little worrier. Yes you are.” When I was little, I never understood why my Auntie Charlotte always addressed me this way. I did know that my family had “adopted” her which seemed to give her the right to “adopt” me. Her orthodox Jewish family had rejected her because she wanted to marry a guy who had been married before, even though he was very Jewish. I was not supposed to know or care about such things. But I did know she was the first person in my life to tell me I worried too much about things that didn’t need worrying about.