Growing up, I learned to ignore my feelings by shoving them down and pretending they didn’t exist. Now I have a practice of sharing what comes up, at the time it comes up, especially with my lover, as I know he is accepting of, and willing to hear, whatever comes up for me. It’s not always pleasant, and sometimes my instinct to push it away is strong enough to keep me silent at first. Eventually, with a little prodding from him, or courage from myself, I will share it, even if I feel like I am being too much in the process, or worried about what he may think. The act of sharing almost always diminishes the emotional charge attached to the thought, allowing me to surrender to whatever my body wants to feel.