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When you really think about, our therapists ARE strangers. They know loads about us, but we know little about them.

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That's what I'm saying. And that's what I do to myself in my head. I say..... ok, T is this guy who I was assigned to just because I asked for a male T. Now when I am in a better mood, I'd like to think that there was some reason for that... that everything works out for a reason... that for some reason he was the one whose schedule worked out in order to fit my evening appointment needs.... that for some reason we ended up together and there was a reason for that... because of the connection we have... despite this, there are times in which I see him as a stranger. He is a random dude who happens to be my T. Fine. I see him for an hour and a half per week. But do I know him? I know him as a clinician. I can sometimes tell him what he is going to ask before he asks it. Maybe I am getting the uniqueness of the relationship confused with a regular relationship, and like Sister said.... I should just shove him into my "T Compartment."

What is wrong with me? I have to wake up in seven hours for my internship and I'm sitting here attempting to have some sort of psychoanalytic breakthrough when all I'm really doing is confusing the hell out of myself.

I really want to ask him about his thoughts and feelings on being called a stranger.

This is when therapy starts to drive me crazy. And mental illness and psychology in general. Because I go round and round in these circles and overlaps and disconnects without ever really being able to understand or settle on anything.

Forgive me, I seem to be in rare form tonight.