So this is the second of three weeks we won't see each other. You know it's Yom Kippur today and I am fasting? I liked how you handled your mishap last time. You knew I wasn't coming in next session, and you had forgotten to tell me that you weren't in the one after that (and of course I'm not here the one after that....). You called out for me and sped down the stairway. A few steps away you stopped, took a breath, and calmly asked if you had informed me previously that you wouldn't be in the week after next. You were clearly kicking yourself, and more so when I told you (or reminded? not sure if I had told you before) that I wouldn't be in the week after that.
You kicked yourself, and yet you registered the mistake, and forgave yourself. Very healthy. I should try that perhaps. It was sweet when you tried to reschedule that third week, but of course I'm not available. You seemed disappointed when I couldn't, espacially after the session we had had. I think your reaction there, so human on so many levels, is why I miss you more these days.
And again I find myself lucky that I ignored the red flags in the beginning. You were shocked by my most maladaptive symptom, but since you've decided to give it a shot, you've been brilliant. I can't imagine a better T for me. Let's forget that one session at the start where you were less the T and more the man.
Chag Sameach, T
(p.s. to all, I'm not jewish, just weird )