Bizarre timing of this thread. Last week I was in a hypomania and brought a book with some papers in it to my session. I made a big point that i could now read "big books" and wanted to prove it (i am usually unable to concentrate). The thing is, the book is a famous british novel that I'd know that she'd "know" because she was an english major as an undergraduate. Also the papers had notes all over them about my transference and how I'd describe it to her. I KNOW I left it on her sec'ys desk. I called the sec'y the next day and she said it wasn't there. My theory is that my psychiatrist saw it there and put it in her office to give back to me- she knew it was mine. Now I picture her reading all my notes and I'm actually HOPING she does. I guess we really do do things unconsciously for a reason.
renie