Today's session was absolutely vital to re-establishing my sense of safety, and R understood that. We discussed the parallels between the way in which this has been (mis)handled and the wider situation. R immediately identified the parallels, even before I said anything.

'...A three legged stool doesn't work with two legs.' I owned the fact that I'm prone to catastrophising, and R just accepted it. I was relieved not to feel shamed for that.

I think I got it across, although I struggled to admit that this development has left me scared. 'I miss being able to form sentences...'

'That's how I know you're finding things difficult.'

I'm glad I can give some indication...