Dear T,

I'm lying when I say I don't like hugs. I would like a hug from you and I know you'd probably be thrilled to give me one if I would just ask. But for some reason I can't bring myself to ask.

You told me you don't think I dissociate but you're wrong.

I have pieces of memories of something that happened to little me--maybe "memories" isn't the right word because I don't know if they are real or not. I want to tell you because they make me so uncomfortable but I don't want you to think I'm making things up for attention.