Dear Info,

Sessions with you leave me feeling like the walking wounded. Yesterday I kept looking at you talking and watching your mouth move and I just kept thinking how banal everything you said was.

And of course you don't remember things we've discussed multiple times before. Like the scar on my upper left arm from SH? You asked what it was twice last summer and again yesterday, as though those earlier conversations didn't even register. I don't even know if you think of me as me, or just another client to spit meaningless phrases at.

I don't feel that way after sessions with Piaf. Then, I feel like something was accomplished, however small, and that she talked to me, not some image of me she has in her head.

ATAT