I have a hard time knowing myself. I fantasize that my T--who probably knows some things about me after seven years--will tell me who she thinks I am. In my fantasy, she would tell me what I'm good at and not so good at; what makes me likeable and what not so likeable; how she thinks I see the world; and who I am.

It feels dysfunctional for me to want someone else to tell me who I am. There have been numerous times I've asked her to say something that I wanted to hear, but not this one. I think the real work is me figuring out these things for myself. But, sometimes I would love a short cut.

Thanks for the question, Stormy!