Once I had a dream that I remember because I told my old therapist. The two of us were walking around during some holiday season like Thanksgiving or Christmas, looking in at people gathering together all celebrating with food and smiles.

I started to explain the feeling tone of the dream, but for some reason he got it all wrong. I had felt it was about how I felt excluded from enjoying life like other people, things that people can take for granted. But somehow he interpreted as being about how he and I shared a common interest in good food and wine. It was quite telling. And of course made it even more apparent that he had no clue what it was like for me.