I asked my T if I could show her some of my scars, to help me get past some of the shame I feel about them. My T was awesome. She looked at what I was willing to show her, and didn't react at all, which was exactly what I needed. Afterwards, I felt very anxious, upset, scared. I emailed my T for reassurance that she didn't think less of me, and she told me that she was honored I had shared my scars with her.

Now, if my T had asked to see my scars, I probably would have panicked and shut down. I needed it to be my decision to show my scars.