Pinksoil,

Okay. That's it. Call the journal police. You've been reading mine as well.

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Sort of pretending it was a bedtime story... I wanted to curl up in the chair and close my eyes as he read to me

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When my T was away, in addition to the poetry I posted, I wrote him a number of letters. In one I said that I wished I could curl up on his couch and have him read me a story, like it should have been way back when.....(Of course I have not shared these letters, but I'm thinking about it now that I have a brave role model in you.)

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disclosed your thing?

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HAHAHAHAHAHA This is too precious.

Seriously, Pink, your therapeutic relationship is beautiful, just simply beautiful.

That's why you need him, because it's beautiful, it's genuine, he cares enough to do those "amazing things."