My doctor/counsellor copied me into a letter this week, sent to a hydro/physiotherapist. I needed to be referred regarding all these added physical illness issues I am experiencing.
The first line in the letter “(My name) is a very courageous patient attending our rooms with significant trauma in her past, and working through the issues surrounding this”.
That was pretty validating to read in both who I am as a person – ‘very courageous’ … and what I have experienced – ‘significant trauma’. And I realise the courage required to be ‘working through it’.
Despite the fact that I know this for myself…. it still impacts me when I see validation. No doubt because I have received so little from people in my life. From people who matter.
I don’t actually need validation from others anymore. I validate myself. That is progress. But, when I receive it, it still strikes me as odd. Unfamiliar. Strange.