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Originally Posted by just_some_girl
I think there's something in the wishing to share in everyday simple tasks and events - like CantExplain said, the unloading of the dishwasher. I told my T I'd thought how nice it would be to help her with the gardening or cooking dinner. I'm not green fingered at all, and don't cook, but I think it's the idea of her being a nurturing presence, showing me how to do these things, as a mother might. I guess also the idea of doing something casual and real, and seeing the therapist outside of the office, getting a glimpse into their world? I don't know.
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Your post made me think of something else we used to do.
About a year and a half ago, I didn't have an appetite and I was having a hard time keeping a healthy weight. Every session, my therapist would ask how I was doing with eating, and she'd take me to the scale in the bathroom to confirm or reject my answer. Just the act of her taking me into the bathroom and closing the door behind us made me feel special because it reminded me just how one-on-one our relationship is. I don't have memories of having such intimate moments with my own mother, and we have a good relationshp.
Fortunately my appetite returned and we stopped with the weighing ritual. But I do miss it.