Honestly, of all of the men who've come into my life - he's one of the ones I so value - to a point where it's nuts and I never want to leave my university!! (He only works there, he's slowly transitioning into retirement now... couple of years from now).

We had a session today. I told him I needed to see him, because I needed a refill for my prescription of antidepressants.

He does hour-long appts, so he sort of does therapy at the same times. Or at least he has interesting insights to share...

He asked me how my life was. I told him about my inability to do a lot (I'm really tired after being awake for four or more hours) and that I haven't done much housework or been "very" happy. I did have one good thing to say, about my new initiation into a church I've been attending.

But we wound up briefly talking about the past assault that occurred in November. I said I wasn't "over" it emotionally but had convinced everyone that I had... yep. I'm so ridiculously comfortable with this man that I'll even tell him when I'm lying to him (or when I lie to others...).

I got fed up talking about how I've managed to flunk all of my classes last semester (even when I deferred the final exams in 2 out of 3 classes). And how I had only taken TWO classes this current semester, and flunked one of them. So I've passed one class since September, and flunked 4!! YIKES! As a result, because I'm short half a credit, I don't get to graduate in June - I have to wait until November and in the mean time take at least one more class and pass it.

He seemed surprised. I'm in a psychotherapy group with him and a former counsellor of mine. I didn't say anything about my academics there in the group...

He told me that I'm GOING TO PASS A CLASS THIS SUMMER or else. He did say it with a strong tone, but it was nice that he cared that much.

I asked him why he had this job. He said it's because he "likes helping people". I asked him why he liked helping me, why he thought I was worth helping... I was generally just fed up and tired and just really have felt blah lately.

He said: "I care about you because I know that you're not worthless or bad or anything else that you think about yourself. I care because you are a child of God and you're a good woman who is too hard on herself. People have taken advantage of you, and made you feel horrible. Your self-esteem is low, but you're good. I don't see you as a victim, but I do see that life isn't easy for you. I want to help you."

He also said: "If you even think in the midst of your next course that you're doing poorly again or that you might flunk another course, you call me. I will make sure you've got an appointment within that week, a time where we can meet. I'll even meet you outside of normal hours, just to be able to see you and help you".

Or something like that because I was too much in complete awe of this wonderful man. He made me feel all sorts of warm and fuzzy from his comment.

He cares. Wow. He won't leave me alone to deal with stuff. Also wow.

... *Christina floats away on her happy cloud* ...