There is always something taboo, something repressed, un-admitted, or just glimpsed quickly out of the corner of one’s eye because a direct look is too unsettling. Taboos lie within taboos, like the skin of an...

Without realizing that the past is constantly determining their present actions, they avoid learning anything about their history. They continue to live in their repressed childhood situation, ignoring the fact that is no longer exists,...

In general, the more dysfunctional the family the more inappropriate their response to disclosure. Never expect a sane response from an insane system.

I’ve played an awful lot of repressed people.