I wasn't able to tell my T about the scar tissue situation or about my nightmares. I couldn't even bring myself to tell her that there was something I couldn't bring myself to tell her. Feeling like such a wimp at the moment.

In an effort to see some positive, I DID tell her that I am feeling needy and dependent when it comes to her. It was hard (not nearly as hard as the other stuff, though), but it turned out okay.