I have a psychiatrist that I'm seeing for treatment of depression. The first three appts. were every three weeks. At my third session (yesterday) he asked me how I was doing and I told him I had to put my dog to sleep on Monday. He then said he's sorry and it must be difficult. Is it difficult? Yes but I don't really 'know' my psychiatrist so I can't let any of my hurt show. I sat there and looked at him. Then I asked him if he ever had a dog or went through the loss of a dog. He then asked me why I asked that question and I told him: "because I want to know if you understand what that feels like". He then said that he actually lost a dog two months ago I told him I was sorry to hear that. He then said he has a cat left and I told him I could never have cats as I'm allergic.

We then had small talk about a duathlon that I'm training for and then my meds.

Then there was a pause. A big fat giant pause. It was like we were in a staring contest We both sat in silence with our eyes locked staring at each other in the eyes for about 5 seconds until I couldn't stand it and then I looked away (this happened a couple of times). He's easy on the eyes and has the bluest of eyes that pierce right through me.

At the end of the appt he asked me when I would like to come in again and I asked him what is customary. He told me he leaves that up to his clients to decide. I have my next appt in 4 weeks. Crush! Only if I weren't married!

Anyone have this experience?