Dear T,

I wish you would just ask me questions. I don't know why you don't.

I'm amused by your response to my angry email. I knew it would be T-speak, but I thought you would say it was "interesting".

When you emailed saying: "Your email is very good. See you Friday to discuss further." I was totally mad at you.

And then I thought: huh. This is the first time in my life I've been able to tell an adult or authority figure why I am angry and upset without them responding with anger, annoyance or invalidation.

Maybe you think that's a good thing. Maybe you think it taught me something important about therapy.

But I think it taught me something pretty lousy about my actual life.

Seriously, I wish you would ask me questions. Why won't you just ask me questions?

L