Sister, I'm so sorry you are bruised and battered from your surgery. And all the T angst on top of that! ((((hugs))))

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Most of my session this week was spent exploring our relationship and how I felt about his going away. I told him I had an understanding that our relationship was the work of therapy.

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I'm so curious--how did he respond when you said this?

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sister said: I told T about my fantasy of his name disappearing from the door and he was not surprised and said it goes along with my lack of object constancy.

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I had object constancy on my brain today because when I took my daughter to her therapy appointment this afternoon, she confided to me beforehand that between her sessions, she cannot remember what her therapist looks like. She knows she has brown hair, etc., but she cannot picture her face in her mind between times. Then when she sees her again, it's like "oh, yeah, now I remember!" Would you say that is a lack of object constancy? I found it fascinating my daughter would confide that to me. Interesting!

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sister said: T called me on Tuesday from his cell (phone not jail)

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Sister, your T was so responsive and caring--returning all your calls and giving such warm reassurances. You have a great T! May the days before he returns pass swiftly.