A mother questions On one trip to Germany, a former patient from the clinic asked me to come and see her in Bonn. When I got off the train, the first thing she said was, “Don’t say anything, I just want to see if the light is still in your eyes.” After satisfying herself that it was still there, she…
I’ve been asked this question many times, in many places—hospitals, trains, cafes, homes, clinics, kitchens ——by people like Marie, a twenty-year old alcoholic, who captured my heart in a clinic in Bavaria. Emotionally scarred from severe early abuse and deprivation, Marie never let anyone hold her. Until one day…when she sat in my arms while I’m on the floor talking…