Last year I had a very VERY distressing dream in which therapy patients had to disclose their inmost secrets out loud in front of a bunch of strangers. It was one of those dark dreams that lurks in the corners even after you wake up and try to get on with the day.

Yesterday I found myself at the county courthouse, in a large group of people, none of whom I knew, and each of us was asked several personal questions and the expectation was that we'd answer aloud. I hadn't expected this to happen and it hit me hard.

My earliest memory is of something reeeeeallllllllly bad that happened in my FOO and I had repressed it to the point where I remembered a snowy day and not much else. Since I started therapy, with the help of T and my sister, I have found out what the memory really was all about, and that event is what I had to relate yesterday.

Last night I was horrified to dream of a big snowstorm. And suddenly I heard my own voice saying very loudly and firmly, "This is August, and there is no snow. All that was a long, long time ago."

I'm going to tell T tomorrow .... I think she will be pleased....