Well, the only scenario I ever shared was when I said I wasn't leaving and T said, okay he would just tell the next guy to lay on the couch.

This past week I was having a hard time because I had so many fragments of thoughts crammed in my head and T helped me to understand that I was flooding. Before this week I never really understood what flooding meant. It was fairly grim in the room and I needed to lighten up so I said, "Maybe that's why I wet the bed so much when I was a kid." He laughed and returned the joke with another saying that me making a joke about flooding was flooding, or something like that. Session was over!