From the author: Fragments of the session agreed "You know, this is amazing. It seems to the child that his parents love him so much that it is even impossible to express in words. Mom is the best Name on Earth... My mother is so I loved it as a child, that I even...regretted that I was born!" there were notes of regret. “Poor thing, how difficult life will be for you!” “Oh, what a hard life you will have, when I remember how I gave birth to you...!” Against this background, any questions pass the “difficult” filter. or “easy.” Namely, “No, I can’t let you go to another city to study, it’s hard and dangerous... What if they rape you?” And from childhood, footage emerges of how a mother did everything possible to make her daughter’s life easier. “At eleven years old we bought a dog! Mom reacted to this superficially. As a result, we went to the Bird Market and took the first puppy we came across, which I liked. The puppy stubbornly refused to be toilet trained. Family friends said, come on, he’s still small. It will be six months and everything will be fine... I was in despair, my mother too... waiting six months was an unrealistically long time. And then my mother and her lover decided to give it away. I couldn’t protect him, I said that maybe they were right... But when I sat on the sofa, hugging the puppy to me, I suddenly began to cry... “How can I part with you?” Mom and her boyfriend went to visit their friend for the weekend outside the city, he had his own farm, and my puppy was taken away by them... I returned from school to an empty house. I understood with my childish mind that I had done something wrong... I came up with excuses for my friends that I had allergies... And I had to give the puppy away... My heart was wounded. “He didn’t even remember about you!”, my mother said... And then I heard her phrases on the phone, like, it’s such a pity, my poor daughter, she goes for a walk with the dog early, and he craps in the apartment... And again motivated by pity for me. Years later, it seemed to me that this was not pity, but some kind of hidden form of hatred. The same thing happened with the music school. We agreed that I would study at home. Why? I could easily go to music school myself! But no, “I feel sorry for you, who will drive you when it’s night, snow, ice...”. And so it turned out that after three years at home, I still don’t know notes and solfeggio..." It all came down to pity, but such a destructive one that blocks all resources of resistance. In this case, the daughter grew up unadapted and deactivated. Make a decision, to choose, to do something in spite of her mother... Yes, she tries, but at the same time, taking a step forward, it seems to her that she is going against her mother. She herself is suffering. A convenient daughter for a sluggishly raising mother. “No, no, don’t think about it! Mom held a leadership position...very strong..."Yes, I understand everything, of course, the image of a strong woman at work, and at home - to sculpt from what you have, and most importantly, “as you like.” A daughter is a comfortable doll. You can prevent her from having a pet (“she cruelly drove me away with a kitten”), you could not let her go to school in the 11th grade wearing a blouse that she considered too vulgar and “torn it right on me,” you could do whatever you want with your daughter, knowing , that you shouldn’t expect resistance from someone so comfortable. And now the daughter is a mother herself.” I began to notice how similar she was to her mother. “My son was collecting toys, some monsters, in an instant I realized that I didn’t like them, that they could ruin his psyche. And I entered the room and immediately threw them away... I still remember how my son cried out of resentment...And I triumphed... So I came to a psychologist..." And indeed, watching this tape of events like a movie, you think about our purpose on Earth... What is the meaning of these childhood sufferings and insults? What is the meaning of such ominous suppression, pushing through the entire personality... Will there be a new turn in the development of these souls...?