(((Jbug)))
I remember when after denying my "it" during several early sessions, I was hard pressed by my T and I finally admitted "it". I walked out to my car and started dry heaving in the parking lot. What I hated most at the time was that I felt like my T was there to help stir up all this crap but then I was totally alone to cope with it. My T was on vacation for the next 3 weeks.

The fallout totally...sucks... for lack of a better word. Just know that it does get better.

Take care and take it day by day.