Count your blessings, Squiggle. You're very lucky having the T you do. It's so obvious she cares a lot about you.

I watch the clock on the wall carefully so I can pace myself. I decide moment by moment how much time to give to something. It's a constantly self-editing activity as I try to determine which of the millions of thoughts/feelings coursing through me I should talk about.

One time, she encouraged me to finish up a story. I said, "But we've run out of time." She replied, "It's my decision so it's o.k." I still tried to hurry up because I knew I was going over.

I'm very conscious of the time and I make sure I'm out of the office exactly on time. The couple of times in which I knew I didn't want to pay attention to the time passing is when I scheduled a double session of 100 minutes.

I plan on telling T next week that if I get into some heavy emotional stuff I don't want to watch the clock and I will ask her to have me stop 15 minutes before end of session so I can have time to transition out of her office.