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Hahahaha, I would have died if my T fell in front of me. I'm glad he's okay. I can laugh, since he's okay.

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Yup, he's fine.

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Last semester I was giving an oral presentation in my psychopharmacology class (about the pros and cons of using meds to treat borderline personality disorder, of all things) and in the middle of my presentation, my professor fell of the chair, and the chair (which was on wheels), went flying. He was okay. I don't even know how I continued with the report. I was on the verge of hysterical laughter.

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I would never have survived. I'm terrified of public speaking anyway, but if something freakish happened during I'd've lost it completely! Probably would have collapsed in a little hysterical ball.

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Sid, I'm glad your session went well. I have my session after work today. Uh oh, I'm wearing heels. I will hold onto the banister.

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Careful!

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What did your T say in response to telling him you miss him when he's gone? At least that's a healthy thing to say, unlike me who will convey to my T, how I can barely go on without him.

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He said "Thank you for telling me that" and smiled. I felt good about it. I was really direct about it too (didn't say "I miss this" or "I miss therapy" or "I'm so used to this" or my usual defensive way of saying things).

I think it really was a good session. I told him some stuff about how I'd been upset over the weekend, and he asked why I'd chosen not to talk about any of it in group (I sat mutely in group last night). We talked about all the things I never say because it doesn't occur to me to say them. I think I agreed to have him help me in group because it's so outside my nature to verbalize the things I feel that I don't get anywhere because I can't even figure out what to attempt! Hm, wonder if I'll regret asking for help. I'll probably end up miserably uncomfortable, but I suppose I could tell him to STOP helping me if I hate it. Anyway, it was a very interesting session. I hope yours goes well tonight!

Sidony

P.S. And this has nothing to do with therapy, but I'd just like to complain that the bread I brought for my lunch was moldy. Ew ew ew. Had to go out and buy something.

(Okay it wasn't that expensive, but I wanted to use the icon. )