Currently reading Jeannette McCurdy’s memoir “I’m Glad My Mom Died”, and the enmeshment, the codependency really speaks to me.
I remember always being uncomfortable with her hugs, like it’s too hot and she’s trying to melt my bones into hers.
McCurdy’s writing style has been really humorous, and I was thinking in my office that it has been a while since I couldn’t put down a book and look forward to go home and continue it.
There’s a danger with overly precocious children. They’re the least problematic to control when in childhood and many parents are proud of that trait, but often it’s the repression of natural desires since forever, and the repressed will always surface, albeit in other forms that we don’t recognize.