My session today started out quiet. I felt shy, awkward and very very aloof. I did not want to talk and I did not want analyzed. However as time passed I began to feel threatened, and I pointed it toward my therapist. I at one point even began telling her that she would do me like my abuser did me. She looked at me with this concerned look and said I hope you don't see me like that, I would not ever hurt you. At that point, I don't remember much, I do know I began to "lay some things out on the table". I felt like this small child going back in time. Then all of a sudden I knew I was in her office and there she was knelt down by me holding me while i was crying. I raised up away from her, still crying but my nose began to bleed as it often does when i get very upset and I couldn't believe that I let her hug me or hold me. We still talked although very briefly as she said I think you need air.

I felt as though she cared and for the first time since therapy, I realized, She, like any other person just wants what is best for her clients, she wants to see me well, not hurting. Her consoling me, helped me console that inner child. This was a good session. I'm proud to have a therapist like i do .