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(8:28. I was surprised when Seth abruptly came through just as I finished the above notes. Jane’s voice was good, her head down, eyes closed; she swayed to her left often. I was about to note that the session was probably a last gasp attempt to learn something important, to keep going on our own, before our world began to fall apart.

(8:36. Voice better, head moving up and down, grimacing and gesturing during delivery.)

What he needs immediately at this point—which you have already been providing—are “bandages” of honest affection—for these help allay some of the original childhood panic, which rises in different form. He does seem to have it well within his head, however, that the time to change is now, and he is determined to do so. Some of the old panic is also threatened, of course, and hence shows itself in altered form at different times. Do remember this. Again, take a very brief break, and I will continue.

(8:50. “I need to raise my head,” Jane said. She had indeed been speaking for Seth with her head bowed low. I helped her with a hand: “Look at me....”)

The session is apt to go off and on, but for a fairly long period—I am not sure—as we deal with the nature of action and expression. (Long pause.) Reassure him of your love again. See his head is well lifted, and I will shortly return.

(8:54. Once again I helped Jane lift her head level with mine. and lean back against her pillow. She was also hallucinating again, wondering if it was safe to sit up and relax.

(8:58. “Me. I don’t know what to do. I just want to put my head up. I’m scared, though....”

(8:59.) The crying can be most effective, though not of course overindulged in. (Long pause at 9:00.) I will shortly return. See that his head is well lifted.

(9:07. Jane still spoke for Seth with her head down for the most part. Voice strong but muffled, eyes usually closed. “I found your face,” she said then, staring at me straight on. “I wanted to hold my head up—do something—because I’m so scared.” I helped her lean back against the pillow in her chair.

(9:30. “I’ll have to try something different now,” she said. “Try to think of something.... I’ve got to get up some—I know that—change position or something. You can help me there.” She kept repeating this until I grew irritated: “How in hell am I going to help you change position? You can’t move.” Finally, I pulled her cushion back in her chair as she sat on it. I do this occasionally. The movement, less than half an inch, I’d say, did change physical relationships of body to chair. Jane sat quietly, head down, eyes closed.