At first it felt weird being in the same yoga class as my therapist, but now it doesn't seem that way. In fact, it gives us something to talk about. My struggles in yoga have become a microcosm of my struggles in "real life", and it is good for my therapist to be witness to it and for me to see how she handles herself. Now that everyone at the studio knows that I have issues and that my therapist is my "special friend", I have another thing to work through--my feelings about being identified as handicapped.

I don't live in a small town, but my therapist and I have a habit of bumping into each other since we live close to each other. Every time I see her, I do feel some excitement, but not "weirdness" or a need to run away. Honestly, it makes me feel relaxed about our relationship. I like that she doesn't ignore me. If she's with someone, she even introduces me as a friend. That's cool.