Okay, this is strange. In preschool, I remember being asked to read a book to my class. I even remember what the book was. I taught myself to read when I was three, as a way to escape the things I was living with. I wonder how many of us here were early readers??

Pink, I know that feeling of being "different". And I get what you're saying about being accepted by T. I think T is the first person I have EVER been able to be myself with - whatever that looks like, however I'm feeling - and he's just like "this is fine. YOU are fine".

I think marriage therapy is bringing up interesting questions for you - it kind of reminds me of group therapy (which I have never done, but I've read about in Yalom's writings) - how that microcosm sort of provides a look at how you relate to the world at large.

(((((((((((((((((((((( pink ))))))))))))))))))))))) I hope you have a great appointment with your "T" tomorrow!