It's one of those things. Just when I think I'm done with it--that I have myself figured out--new info comes in from a weird random place and I have to question things again.
And this particular round of it, these past couple of weeks....is kind of embarrassing, kind of disgusting. No, not on a literal, physical level so much, it just makes me ask, "Ok, am I really like that? Is that really where it comes from?"
In short terms: there's stuff going on that I once _thought_ dated to my early childhood but it's from the 1980s and deeply repressed instead, and there's _other_ stuff where, well, I'm cold-bloodedly having to look at certain things. From an outsider's point of view, even.
It's rather making me look like a bad person, to be honest.