Yes!! Yes!!! My T has NO WINDOW!!! Just thought I'd make that clear right off the bat.

Her office is small and very conservatively furnished. We are very comfortable with each other and it is quite common that we look each other in the eye when conversing.

When I am talking about something intense, frequently I read notes from a written journal or off of my netbook, so I only look up for a couple seconds. Also, if I'm talking about something from memory, I'm a visual person, so often, I will stare at the carpet, maybe close my eyes for a few moments to gather my thoughts and then speak. They say that if you are a visual person, you look up, down or off to the side, if you are an auditory person, you turn your head, etc.

When T talks to me, she always looks straight at me.

Someone in T's suite of offices gave her one of those trickling water fountains with rocks in it, supposed to be relaxing? I HATE IT!!! I find it extremely annoying!

The one day with T that was the freakiest was the day I made T cry. I had returned from England in December after visiting my mother-in-law who was dying. I told her about the trip. I also told her that I kind of felt useless because I didn't know what to do or say to a dying woman. So, a couple days before we left, I put a chair up next to her bed and asked her if she knew who I was. She said yes. (I've posted this before in Spiritual Forum.) I asked her if she believed in angels. She said she wasn't sure. She asked me if I was an angel. I chuckled and said I wasn't but it might be fun. I told her that when it's time for her to go, she could relax and let the care workers make her comfortable here until then, and when that time comes, there would be angels that would come to get her, and Frank (her husband who died 16 years ago) would be there and Jesus would be there with open arms and she would feel no more pain and she would feel more love than she has ever felt in her life.

T started crying and had to use several tissues and apologized. I felt really embarassed for making her cry and told her I was sorry. She told me that it was amazing that I could say those things. I told her it was the only thing I could think of to say that would mean anything to someone who was dying. And she did die 5 days later.

The hardest time I have looking at T is when I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I hate that feeling. I always turn my head away or down, then reach for a tissue before they fall. I have never figured out why I can tell T really embarassing, awful stuff while looking her in the eye but when I feel tears starting, I have to look away. Hmmmm.