At least I think I was actually there up until I went back to my car and was writing down my reflections on my session. I remembered most of the session, and thought of a couple more answers when I was writing my notes.

Last time, I was showing T something I am making for her, and telling her about it, right at the beginning, and she said that she has no real interest in doing fiber arts like I do, and I was gone from that point on. I remember her asking me several times if I understood what she said because I knew it was obvious and she could tell that I was dissociating and it was really hard for me to follow the conversation. I was off in la la land reliving a string of rejections, that I couldn't quite get myself to talk about (and I wish I could have told her where I was, at least).

This week we talked about trying to be accepted somewhere, and T said that acceptance isn't really important when we are middle aged, like it was in high school. I started to disappear on that one. I guess acceptance is an unmet developmental need.

Anyway, at least I remember most of the session. I listen to audio books in the car, and it's been a while since I had trouble following the story. I finished the last CD of the book I had been listening to, having to back up and restart several times, even though I had been into the story and it was at the exciting part and the conclusion. Then I put the CD away, and got another audiobook and put in the first CD and it took me until track 3 to notice that it was the same book I had just finished. Wow.