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I just wanted to clarify my earlier post. It is not the therapeutic relationship that I find uncomfortable. It's the work itself. The relationship provides the security I need to do the work. I don't worry (much) about my T leaving me and I don't usually miss him either.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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