The only way I could do it was in teeny tiny steps. I never walked in and decided "ok, NOW I can tell him all of the hard stuff". I started telling him hard things in little bits and pieces. T would sometimes encourage me by saying "can you stay with it for one minute?" and that helped. It was scary, scary, scary to start talking about hard things. Sometimes, at the beginning, it would take me a whole session to get out one sentence...like "It was snowing outside". But the thing is, I would feel SO much fear and would make myself fight past it and I would finally get out the sentence and NOTHING BAD WOULD HAPPEN, and I would feel a little bit safer the next time.

Over time, I started being able to tell more at a time, and now I can spend most of a session on that stuff, if that's where I'm at. But the only way I could get to that point was by taking baby steps. Not really leaps of faith, but maybe little tiptoes of faith.