Told T how even after all these years I hate, hate, hate knocking at her door and wish I could do a bewitched thing and wrinkle my nose Anna be in the room already.
T said "because knocking means you're asking for something, asking to be let in?"
I did that double take thing and said "yeah, yeah, that's it"
I couldn't piece together why I always felt this way. What the difference was between the very first moment of arriving, and being in the therapy room.
But yeah. It's like when she's once said "it's like you've been caught wanting"