“We’ve been looking at old pictures recently and I think _______ might have been happening to, Vid,” I told my husband. “It looks like this may be going on in the picture. I’d have never dreamed it at the time. I guess I’ll ask him.”
“You think he remembers that?”
“Vid?” I asked, considering the fact he’s a Taurus which is famous for their memory. “I don’t know. If he doesn’t, I would just as soon remind him now. Because if this was going on and he’s forgotten, it’s still in his psyche somewhere. Best to dig it up now and deal with it because I’ll tell you what happens if you don’t. You wind up, 30 years old, setting up circumstances that include elements of whatever it is you’ve repressed so that you can remember the thing and try to integrate it. This can cause all kinds of problems; it can derail you so I do think I am going to show him the pictures and ask what he remembers.”
“Yeah. May as well resolve this now while he’d got someone around who was there and can tell him the deal. I mean I can tell him what went on and why / what happened to him and who else is going to be able to untangle this? I think he’s better off to know what he’s gone through rather than have it pervert in his psyche over the next decades. You really do go out and recreate this stuff…do you know this?”
“No but I believe you, P.”
“Okay. Then I’m going to show him the pictures and ask him what he remembers because it looks like crap to me. Poor kid.”
Repetition compulsion. Familiar with it?
Vid has a Pluto Moon transit…