I used to look anywhere but at my therapist(previous one) but occasionally our eyes would meet and I would be totally engulfed in his piercing blue eyes. With my present T, eye contact is still poor, I look out the window, at the skirting boards, the walls, my fingernails, the door handle etc. At the moment though, I dont trust her, maybe the eye contact will get better given time.
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Out of suffering comes creativity. You cannot spell painting without pain.