“You brought these for me?” he asked in disbelief. The therapist told me later that he was stunned that she had “held” him all weekend. She nodded. “You mean . . . you think of me . . . when you’re not here?” She nodded again. “Wow. I never pictured that anyone would think of me when they’re not here.” Without optimal care-giving relationships and object constancy, the gang members who walk through our doors can feel real anguish and abandonment. There is a chronic fear of both intimacy and being left behind. “I will never forget you,” Isaiah has God say to us for this exact reason. And truth
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