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Originally Posted by renie1022
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
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You are making me curious here. Which novel was it?
I never bring anything into T's office, other than my work bag - and that's a huge rucksack which there's no way I could forget. And if I did, T would notice it before I was out of his door.