My dogged determination all collapsed when I realized that my therapist wasn't really giving me what I needed and when I asked......things went really bad really fast and pretty soon....an ugly argument and T actually turned their back on me!

Holy crap. I felt totally disarmed. And then...T still had weapons....and wasn't above using them.

I can't stop re-living this last ten minutes in that office. It's clear as day and I keep playing it over and over...trying to remember the exact words, trying not to remember them, seeing little snapshots of T's eyes kind of bugging out.

I think I need a tranquilizer. But no prescriptions for anything.

Crickey!