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Back when I lived in NY, I had an appointment with my pdoc, and it happened to be on Halloween. Well, I walk into his office and he's wearing one of those enormous Cat-in-the-Hat hats... you know, the striped ones that stand up like 3 ft. tall. Well, I refused to say anything about it. So we went through the whole session, me being my cold, standoffish self, and him wearing a 3-foot hat.

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I love this story! Sounds like something I might have done myself in the past if I'd been given the opportunity. Though now I'm sure I'd react a lot more and comment on things.

In my early days of seeing my therapist, he asked me at the end of the session why I hadn't commented on his being hoarse that day. And I had to think about the fact that I wouldn't want to make anyone feel like I actually noticed that something was wrong with them that day.

Man oh man but therapy makes you learn about yourself....

Sidony