Okay, so I am camping with BF in the darkest woods ever, and have the dogs snuggled all around, but I keep hearing twigs break. It is very Stephen King. The bonfire is dying down and the sun is gone- day is done gone the sun kind of night. You can tell fall is really aroud the corner.

I finally told my T about Reddit, and he first denied it. Then though I told him that was disappointing bc whoever wrote it was a good therapist and writer , I had been comforted by the sign in name, and I thought we were on the same page in that sensible well disguised post. I also said if he didn't write it, wow I was just a constellation of symptoms and not too individual bc every CPTSD and ever trauma Psychologist must fight the same battled.

After this, the session took on this goofy grin from both of us. It was unlike a normal strict session, and we really smiled at each other for an hour. It felt connected and( sorry BF) like love a bit.

He seemed pleased I though us out of the hole.