In the last session with T yesterday, she was really warm and caring to me. Most of the session, I was crying. I switched to a little girl in front of my T, who was curling up in a ball on the ground. She came by my side and physically comforted me. Sometimes, physical comfort is more than what mere words can do. A lot of the times, without asking, she would physically comfort me in the past and still was in the last session. She would call me "honey", "darling", but most of the time "sweetheart", with genuine concern for me. My T was comforting me for the rest of the session when I was crying, it is the safe place that I can cry myself out, when I cannot do it outside, especially in front of someone who knows deeply about me than most people in this world that I have came to share with her.

When I was crying with uneven breaths, my T was placing her hand on my right shoulder and gently stroked me continuously. She also was softly touching my lower and upper back to comfort me, while I was crying like a baby would do. It was comfortable of crying in front of her though, in a place promised without judgment and without threat. It lasted for approximately fifteen minutes, when she was physically comforting me and she went back to sit on her single couch. I was like a little girl in a grown up body on the carpet floor still, due to my dissociative identities, looking up at her from high and crawled across the carpet floor to sit at her feet.

I was at the feet of my T, with my curled up hand on her lower leg and my head resting on the front lap of her legs, but around her knees. I was in this position and she was continuously stroking gently on my back while I was doing that. A moment later, she started to cuddle me really tightly, reaching me downwards, for a moment, with her hand around my hip and she was like squeezing my body, but in a gentle way. She, with both of her hands held onto my hips and I felt my chest was touching her chest, for it was a really close moment with her. A little while later, she told me to stand up and asked me to hold both of her hands and I did and gave me some tissues to wipe away my tears.