I managed to ask T today whether he has a policy on gifts from patients, which he said that he didn't have. So then I managed to ask whether he would accept something from me - I dabble in a particular handicraft, and am going to attend a course this summer to learn some more about it, and will probably return home with a number of objects that might be nice enough to give away. The monetary value is maybe a couple of dollars; I know that it would be illegal for him to accept anything valuable.

I was fully prepared for T to say no, but he didn't - he didn't even hesitate before saying that he'd be very happy if I wanted to give him something like that. That made me very pleased, and also surprised, because I was so sure that he would say no. If he had said no I would not have been devastated, but I think I would have been embarrassed for bringing it up. (Which begs the question: Why did I bring it up, if I thought I knew what he'd say? I'm glad I did, in any case!)

One more week of therapy before the ten-week break. I'm trying to come up with a strategy to get through it.