I recently told my T one thing about my past and one thing that is in the present. I cried so much. I felt humiliated, ashamed, and disgusting. Part of me regrets it. But part of me feels relieved. It's no longer a secret. I still worry that it has affected our relationship. I still worry that it has changed her perception of me. But I just keep asking for reassurance and trusting that she's telling me the truth. Based upon my interaction with her and her words, I am feeling a little more comfortable every session.

I think it's one of the most difficult aspects of therapy, but it's also the most rewarding. It's a necessary step towards healing.