My biggest fear used to be disappointing T or T judging me. I got over that after about ten months, when I told her something huge to me. Before I told her, I also thought I might get sick and told her so. She was very matter-of-fact and asked me to please do so in the trash can and pointed it out-- ha! I guess I wasn't the first to say that.... I'm happy to report that I did not lose my lunch. I was able to tell T, a huge weight was lifted, and T handled it so well, which made all the difference in my life.

Now, if I had to come up with a fear, it would be that T would move or stop being a therapist before I stopped needing therapy. At the least, I have to go back in two years to fulfill a requirement for grad school (to be a T). I hope to go back to her...and see her in the mean time for tune-ups!