ABSTRACT
Unintegration, not disintegration, is where we begin. This is what Winnicott conveys in describing our earliest experience of being mothered by those who first look after us as babies. He argued:
There are long stretches of time in a normal infant’s life in which a baby does not mind whether he is many bits or one whole being, or whether he lives in his mother’s face or in his own body, provided that from time to time he comes together and feels something.1
