I went to session the other day with my journal and therapy bag and transitional objects and started to share. T a women in her 50's got up and sat right down on the floor. I was still in my chair and I was so confused. I then tried to talk but I had to join her on the floor. It was too weird. I even stared at her trying to figure the whole floor thing out! Then my little took over and bam I knew why she did it. I have to say that this is the smartest T I have ever dealt with. It almost does not even feel real. It feels so nice to have that connection to her. I have two beanie babies representing the alters I am aware of that she let me borrow. I like them. I am holding them now. I do feel strong anger towards the little one and I am resisting the urge to hurt it.

I never knew that when I started T in May that I would be in this place right now. I have PC to help me, a good pdoc and a really nice T. I finally feel that I am getting what I need, and yet I am afraid and curious all at the same time.