I have been avoiding a traumatic event for a couple months now and finally acknowledged to T yesterday that it's something we need to talk about. I could *almost* hear him sigh in relief.

He said "whenever you are ready, I am here to listen and help you work through this."

And he said it in that T "voice", and he had *that* T look of love and acceptance in his eyes.

Then he told me I was one of the bravest people he has ever met. I feel so weak and needy so much of the time, I almost fell off the couch. He asked if I believed him, and I told him that I believed HE believed that, but it was hard for ME to believe that about myself.

He is helping me to believe I can deal with this, just like all the other *crap* I have dealt with.

So, next Monday it starts. Talking about what I don't want to talk about the most.