You are holding a book for me in your cupboard, one that's special to me. i'll use this to connect to you and the therapy room and everything you and it means to me (safety, warmth, caring, empathy, holding, grounding, positive spins(!), 'complete and utter' unreserved positive regard (what an amazing thing that is)).
But in order to cover every angle, to join the circle of connection, I wanted to ask you to tell me of a favourite book you had as a child. I was then going to buy that book and keep it with me through this long break ahead.
I would read some of it whenever I needed extra help feeling close to you, so I don't withdraw from you this time.
I thought this would cost you no time or money so would be acceptable. I realised though that it would be such a precious gift, and you might refuse it, it being personal to you. I really couldn't abide having you refuse me, so I didn't ask; plus I didn't want to pressure you or for you to feel pressured by me.
I'm a fool because you may have simply given what I asked for, fulfilled my spoken need (a rare thing). But what if you'd said no?
What a nuisance. Oh oh oh. I want to have this extra connection with you to see me through. I wish I had asked and you'd told me, no bother. My child may then not kick off as she's pretty much starting to do already. Breaks! Bloody Hell.