Hi, blues_cruise,
I can relate to being thrilled at having a really good cathartic cry. I can do that once in a very great while, but very seldom can I do it when I most need to. I've been dealing with some really heavy mother stuff lately and wish, wish, wish that I could cry about it, but all I can do is whimper or blubber a little bit. I even tried to watch a really emotional TV show yesterday in the hopes it would get me going, but no. I'm going to save the article you posted and read it when I next have some time for myself to get into it. Grieving is really important and is so hard to do.
Emotional incest is confusing to me, I just read an article about it and most of what it describes didn't happen to me. But then there was this:
I was exposed to sex talk from a very young age. I knew all about sex by the age of 5 and was aware of every man my mom slept with, how the sex was and details thereof. As I got older, this boundary became even more blurred when it came to privacy. I was often told that she was entitled to look at me naked because I came out of her body, as if that ascribed some kind of ownership of my body to her… Even after I was married, my mother always asked about how our sex life was. Did we have “nookie nookie”? [She] seemed to live vicariously through me in an odd perverted way.
That matches pretty closely with my experience.