Thanks everyone.
It went...OK. It was hard, painful, embarrassing and everything i was hoping it wouldn't be.
Gosh, why on Earth is this so hard? I don't understand why i find it hard to say the words, y'know?

She had changed the therapy room a bit too, and it threw me off. New chair, blankets and mat. It sounds silly but this really shook me a bit.

I feel really sad and really scared. How can the past scare me? I have already lived it, and understand that i wont experience it again as i am no longer that defenceless child. But it (or 'he', as in my father) still feels like a threat to me.