I initially could not cry in therapy, wanted to and would sometimes come close. So I requested an extra session with extra time to see what could happen. It worked.

I was often to frozen to reach for tissues that were right next to me. Twice my therapist reached for the tissues then gently and lovingly wiped the tears running down my face, like a parent does for its child. Other times, when my crying was heavy my therapist would hold me close to her with my head buried in her neck and shoulder or chest, and I would let it rip, snot and all. I offered to buy her earplugs once, because I was rather loud. She declined.

My therapist's interventions in no ways inhibited me from crying or dealing with emotions. These interventions promoted my healing and has left me with some of my fondest memories. Memories that I can evoke in good times and bad, for which I will always be grateful.