I can't say it's a relief - not yet anyway. Although the more T knows about me, the more she can work to bring me around to seeing things as they are instead of through my dysfunctional lenses.

Last week I texted her: "I feel like a fugitive. I AM a fugitive. Who can live as a fugitive? I want to run, hide." And she texted in reply, "Consider the possibility that you are a fugitive from your basic goodness."

So, even though she knows almost all of the worst about me, she still is able to send me positive messages. So, I guess the unveiling offers the opportunity to be accepted not matter how repugnant the view is underneath.