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Dec 19, 2022, 09:30 PM
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Member Since: Jul 2019
Location: Downtown Vibes, California
Posts: 15,701
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I finally went back to a session with Mary. I told her I cancelled both sessions last week because I had to take time to think over how to talk with her about how I felt about the session in which she told me about her personal stuff.
Mary said she tends to talk with me about things that are more personal because she has always felt we'd be friends, had we met under different circumstances, then said that maybe she takes that too far sometimes.
This sort of thing is not new, it has happened to me with a couple of teachers, for example. Nothing nefarious, just a bit strange.
I told her that I am desperate to volunteer with intensive situations, as I have in the past. Long story. She suggested the hospital in town. Visiting patients. That sounds absolutely perfect. Something I can do...really listening to people, holding a hand. Making a difference.
When I left, Mary handed me a large shopping bag. When I came home I opened it to find 2 cards. 1 happy holidays, 1 very lovely birthday card. A lined journal and a lovely, warm, burgundy scarf.
I had given her a birthday card last week, but no gift because I got into such "trouble" for the gifts I gave to her while she was sick for 3 months in the spring/summer. I was a bit confused; I thought we were allowed only very small gifts, such as a box of tea.
So it seems I have a "friend" to talk with who...is empathetic, gives great hugs, and I suppose I just take it for what it is. I'm not paying for the sessions and truthfully, by now I've pretty much figured my family out. I've faced the reality that the pain of my father leaving when I was a little girl is never going to stop hurting. And so on. I've been practicing mindfulness meditation since 1977 and it's great, but nothing beats the feeling of escaping into a Stones song. So 
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