Had an overload of misc. crap drop down on me this morning. By the time my T appt. came I was "over the top" stressed, and anxiety so bad I was dizzy. So I finally did it...he asked the usual "how are you doing"...I hesitated, faltered, looked at the floor, the ceiling..."um, uh, ah...." then I just said it, albeit politely.."I'm wicked off" (in New England language that means bad). Thus opened a discussion of today's crap and how friggin depressed I've been. He asked me what my coping mechanisms have been. Again, sweating, hesitating, wringing my hands, mumbling nonsense....then he asked if I SI. I just shook my head. And you know what? He said that that doesn't freak him out. He didn't even lecture me about it!!! I think I like this guy.