When I started therapy, I would share many things with black humor. When I look back I can see some were uncomfortable with my sharing. Now, I am a bit more selective with whom, and what I share about the intimate me. I sent emails to my therapist 24/7 as if I were journaling. It was a way to get it out of my head. She was okay with this. I did not expect my therapist to read or respond to them. Of her own accord she chose to read all, and respond to many.

I also decided to be more intimate (share some family secrets), with some of my oldest friends of 30 plus years. They have been great with the deepening of our friendships.