My T comes to the waiting room to retrieve me. When she sees me, she smiles at me. I know that she does this with her other clients too. However, it makes me feel like she is glad to see me. (Grin)
This last session, I read a note to her explaining my frustration with how she handled the issue of whether or not to take an anti-depressant. She managed to do the very thing that I knew she would. She listened and "Uh Huhed" throughout the letter and openly discussed how she could have handled it better. She asked me if I wanted to quit taking the AD. I sometimes fear sharing feelings of complaint/frustration with T. So, it is important to me that she responded by verbally rewarding my sharing my feelings. (I'm starting to cry). My mom never allowed me to complain about how they treated me at all. So, I am not used to expressing my deepest complaints or frustration to anyone in authority over me. She tried to understand why I think of a T as having power over me (T's can say that we have mental disorders). I like T. I think I will go cry now.