T,

You've so many clients. I'm not special, no matter how nurtured I feel for one hour every two weeks. I know this intellectually but emotionally, I'm still like the child who didn't matter. You're just doing your job and you treat everyone equally and fairly because you're a good, boundaried clinician.

This meager ration of care, compassion, kindness...is just part of your job. Why can't I shut my young self up? Why am I so needy though I'd never say so aloud?