I had an initial consultation with a new T a few weeks ago. It was a 'are we a good fit' meeting. She told me that many of her clients, those in crisis or close to crisis, have e-mail and phone access to her - but that she could not accept any more patients who needed that level of support at this time. I assured her that I was not in crisis and would not require that level of access, but told her that I had written a story that was, in many ways, autobiographical - and I would like to e-mail it to her. Not necessarily for her to read, but more as a symbolic act for me, that I would allow myself to remain vulnerable with her. She agreed happily. I attached it to this e-mail:
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Good morning,
I probably should have warned you that it is more of a book than a story; and if I've correctly assumed that the picture of that little fellow on the table in your office is yours, then you almost certainly don't have the time. As a result, let me say again, no expectations - I have no expectations that it'll be read, just wanted to make a gift of myself and this story is an effective means for me. The power, for me, is in the giving, not what happens afterwards. See you on Thursday.
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The 'story' was 355 pg. By Thursday, she had read it. She wanted to meet the authentic me.