Zoom session yesterday in the car was hell. T felt he needed to know all of the details of what went down with geneticist guy, said he thought it was important therapeutically. But I don't like talking about the minutiae of physically intimate interactions with T. I'm not a prude, exactly, I just hate talking about this stuff with my intense, often awkward male T. So session felt like a parallel process to the one that happened with geneticist guy--a man pushing up against my boundaries, not listening when I said "no." To his credit, T did name that dynamic... but that didn't stop him from pushing me.

Ugh.