My T generally has me drive most of the time. Sometimes, it's sort of like he reaches over and moves the steering wheel into a certain turn FOR me. LOL. Like anger. He thought I needed to discuss anger, but said he didn't want to FORCE me to. The problem is, I would never willingly discuss anger with him. Well, that's not entirely true. I think I am finally at a point where I could or would, but last June, when he thought I needed to, THEN there was just no way I would have discussed it on my own initiative.

Anyway, I told him that I would discuss it if he really thought we HAD to, but no way was I going there on my own. So, he started the discussion but told me I could stop if it was too uncomfortable. And apparently it was really uncomfortable because I have no memory of that session after that point. I asked later what the point was in having that conversation when I had no memory of it, and he talked about neurons and neural pathways and blah blah blah.

What was my point again? Oh yeah, him driving let me know that there were areas we HAD to go that were very uncomfortable, but I would live through it. Him constantly reassuring me that he wasn't going to force me, and mostly letting me drive, helped me to trust him. So now, I can drive places where before I could not even contemplate going by myself let alone with another person along to see the darkness and horror that lurks in my "bad" places.