The T I saw in high school asked me to bring in some pictures of me when I was younger. The next week I brought in a huge box filled with photo albums. Apparently she only wanted a few... Whoops! I think she was trying to figure out when my problems started. We looked through them and she asked me when and where they were taken, what we were doing and how I felt in them. It was shocking as I didn't remember anything about most of them.