T: We need to address what you wrote to me in your email last week

Me: Which part?

T: The part where you called yourself names and blamed yourself for what your uncle did to you when you were 7 years old

Me: *shrugs* eh, I was just joking. So last week, there was this...

T: *interrupts* No, Em. We are not moving on until we address this.

Me: fine

T: When you are ready and able to, I’d like you to look me in the eye.

Me: *eyeroll* This again.

T: I know it’s difficult for you, and I understand if you can’t, but I’d like you to try.

Me: *looks up*

T: What happened to you was not your fault. I know you’ve heard me say this many times before, but I am not going to stop challenging this belief you have of being damaged goods when you were a minor.

Me: Yes, I get it.

T: I can see that you really want me to drop this, but I’m going to need to insist again. Could you look at me? Try not to break off. I know it’s difficult and you’re being so brave.

Me: *looks at his annoying face*

T: None of what happened hat night was your fault. You didn’t bring this onto yourself. You are not damaged goods. I know you probably can’t hear that yet, but I’m not giving up telling you.