Kiya, yes I think this exchange benefited for both of us. I just can't describe it, today day I cannot ever remember seeing (feeling) such intensity. It was like the humidity in the room suddenly rose or something. Even more amazing to me is that I didn't retreat or make vain attempts at stopping the bleeding. I simply sat and witnessed it and felt like it was OK to simply let her grieve. I don't know why but his experience raises a lot of mixed emotions for me.

Sunrise,
I don't know, I don't want my T thinking I trying to play therapist. That wasn't my intent that night. The student just entered my office after class that night, I offered her my time and she let loose. I also don't think I really want my T to know the extent to which I critique not only my own actions in therapy but hers as well. I guess T's are likely aware of this anyway, probably part of my pathology. I did mention this experience briefly in therapy a few months later. I kind of down played its the true impact on me, though. I think I described the student's breakdown and I was caught off guard and started looking for the wet vac. This was not true at all, I was really affected by the experience but didn't want to admit it to my T. I have a tendency to use humor and sarcasm inappropriately at times. I can present myself as a real callus %#@&#! at times. IDK maybe my T would like to hear the real story. After all its a demonstration of how her (my T) affecting me affected someone else. Another series of seemingly random coincidences that are actually not random at all.