Don’t Force Me to Milk, Let Me Feed You is a book that questions the differences between species. But it is also the first example of a new genre.

This is not a novel. But it is a novel. It is also a psychology book. It is the most comprehensive yet understandable interpretation of Winnicott’s concept of “holding” in Turkish. A response to the question: What is psychotherapy, and what is it not? This is a diary. This is an autobiography. This is fiction. This is a call. This is literary criticism.

An analysis of *The Unbearable Lightness of Being*, various literary and art works, and the behind-the-scenes of the publishing world. An alternative text about autism, hypersensitivity, and their relationship with trauma. This is an alternative text. This is a personal rebellion. A questioning. But a form of social rebellion. Gentle yet firm. Careful yet naked. Painful yet passionate, straightforward, mischievous, playful, provocative, and fun. A form of addressing that does not impose its strength on the reader but shares it with them— a strong, honest voice.

In this book, Nihan Kaya deepens the bond with her readers by revealing everything she has experienced since she wrote the first lines, speaking to them with these words: “My skin is pure white. I didn’t give you my heart. Instead, I give you these lines. Come out from where you are and look into my eyes. Go down from where you are and look into my eyes. Don’t fight, let’s make love; let’s put an end to this.”