I have 2 yeses.

First one was a book that I said I really related to. I brought it in and read a few key passages from it. When T asked to borrow it, I felt pangs of fear. I had underlined and written margin notes about my similar experiences. She'd learn my innermost ickiness and be disgusted with me. I didn't say she could read it, but did leave it on the couch when I left. Pure passiveness at work. She returned it 2 weeks later and didn't humiliate me by going chapter by chapter. She just thanked me and said she saw and understood how helpful it was to me and she felt glad to know what I liked.

I had been talking about the second book for months. How every page was just what I needed to hear at the exact right time. She asked for the name of the book, but I never assumed she read it. I just kept bringing up different key points. Then one day, I saw it. There was a new book on the bookshelf: "Why Does He Do That? Inside the minds of angry and controlling men" by Lundy Bancroft.

I felt honored and loved by T at that moment