He called me back and said e-mail in this case was fine and he thought it was a great idea. He said that I can choose whether he responds by e-mail or phone before the appointment, or waits until the appointment to discuss it with me. He is willing to do whatever I think will help the nightmares stop.

Anyway, I have a page and a half written and haven't even gotten to the really hard part yet. Bleah. Just writing stuff down as a story is sssssoooooo difficult. My childhood really did suck. I didn't even really realize how much until I just started trying to lay out the background of the gross thing I need to talk about. The background that kind of explains what lead up to it. But, that's good I suppose because now I can see this horrible thing about me in context, which really does explain why I didn't protest and just eagerly participated.