R: When I leave here, what then how will you feel on the weekend after I'm gone? You'll know this was the opportunity you had to speak to me, but you spent the whole session effed up playing with the fragmented picture ( It was a card I ripped up) and crying. Maybe you'll feel like you'd like to speak to me or send me a message.

S:I don't get what you're doing right now.

R:What do you think I am doing?

S:Trying to get me angry and I'm playing with my crap because I need something.

R: You oscillate between feeling sad and angry when I try to pose a more reflective position you shut down and withdraw. You frustrate me in my attempts to understand you better.

S:Sorry for being so frustrating.
(more crying)
I don't want you to understand.

R:What do you want S?

S: I wish I was dead. I want you to go and I never want to talk to you again. Go back to your nice middle class bubble.

R:You blame me for not understanding because I live in a bubble, when it's really you not doing the talking.

S:How am I not doing the talking?

Time was up.

S:See you on the 5th.