Slowly. Bit by bit. When I told my T, I wanted the chair to fall through the floor and swallow me up. But, you know, he made it safe. He doesn't push me, so I can tell him as much or as little as I choose. It's entirely in my control, so it doesn't feel as scary.

And remember, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing. The child is never, ever responsible. I know the shame is still there - I feel it, too. But your T knows that you did nothing wrong.