Went to session. It was a good one.
It felt nice. Put a lot of things in the right places inside.
The only thing was that I sat on the floor and this time T sat in his chair.
For some strange reson it didn't even phase me at the time, but last night I was destroyed inside. I just let myself feel the pain and rolled with it.
It felt last night like my T was punishing me for the last session where he did join me. It was like he did it on purpose to stay away from me.... so maybe our hands would not touch like last time.
That is fine = logically. But my little part cried big time.

Oh well. I get it.