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Let Ruburt remind himself that his birth was not responsible for his mother’s incapacity. He did not rob her of her own life by being born.

He has no reason (long pause) to feel guilty, or to punish himself for his mother’s situation. He did not murder her in any way by his birth. He is, therefore, no murderer or destroyer, or contemptible. He is not his mother’s murderer, then, in any fashion, nor responsible for the breakup of his parents’ marriage.

(“Well,” I said several times, wherever she is now, I sure hope your mother understands what she did to you. I groped for words to express my anger, for watching my wife cry certainly aroused strong feelings within me. I felt like directing some very nasty barbs at Marie — especially when I remembered those old photos of Jane that I’d looked at a couple of days ago. How could a three-year-old child, standing in the snow on Middle Avenue in Saratoga Springs, be responsible for hurting anything — or anybody?

Tell Ruburt he is in no way responsible for killing his grandmother or the housekeeper.

(Jane didn’t answer. With her mouth closed tight she was making grunting and keening sounds as she moved her body, over and over, expressing vocally the same efforts she was making physically. These motions too were a definite response to new freedom, and I reminded her that Seth had said earlier this year that once it’s allowed to, the physical body will begin responding immediately. This was certainly a sign of that, I said, and something I hadn’t even thought of. The session and the motions certainly did signal new things.