Time for more lighthearted things....

I haven’t been seeing my T for that long – 7 or 8 sessions, maybe – but he’s definitely said and done things that have made me feel

My favorite, so far, was during our second session, when I was being particularly stubborn, he called me “dearheart” and closed his eyes as he started trying to explain his point to me again. I know he must have been exasperated.

I remember his response to my disclosure of SI'ing being the most compassionate response there could ever be, though it wasn't his words as much as the tone of his voice and the way he was looking at me when I managed to stop staring at the floor long enough to see if he was horrified.

One of the nice things my T did was during a session where I was talking about not wearing much make-up, not ever learning how to put lipstick on right, and not finding any I liked. She went upstairs (therapy is in her house) and brought me a new lip gloss that she didn't want. She had me put it on there and told me she liked it. I still have the empty case that I kept after I used it up.

It's the kind of thing a friend would do--no big deal, but the fact that my T did it made it special. She went out of her way to help me, just on the spur of the moment.

You don't learn that kind of behavior in therapy school, either.

No, I've definitely yet to learn that one in therapy school. :P

That is SO sweet of her!

that's adorable, rainbow!!!! LOL - no wonder you got so attached to your T! i remember when pdoc said he wished he could send me on a shopping spree so i could get a hermes bag. lololol i wish i had your T to hint to .

A long time ago, I wrote T an email regarding suicidal ideation. He wrote back, "Suicide?? What the f**k?!" I loved it. It was very authentic, sort of funny, and just his way of showing when he's concerned and sort of pissed off at the situation (in a good way), all at the same time.

Once I said, "How do you put up with me? He said, "Did you ever consider that I like putting up with you?

And the time I was getting into a deep disclosure about my feelings regarding my dad's death-- T shed a tear. At the time, I almost freaked out, but now that I look back... it was quite beautiful, authentic, and connecting.

And lastly-- about three months after dad's death-- I had my session and I was feeling so horrible, disoriented, and overcome with grief, that I felt as though I couldn't even go home. It was like 10 degrees out. I sat on a bench and just stayed there, freezing and thinking that if my dad was in a cold dark place, then I should be, too. T happened to be finished with his day and was walking to his car. He saw me and said, "Come on-- let's take a walk." We took a silent walk around the city for about five minutes. I was sort of out of it, so T guided the way by gently pointing to the direction we were going to turn while walking. It reminded me of my dad, and the way he would put his hand on my shoulder when we were walking somewhere.

Pinksoil, you have a GREAT T!

"T happened to be finished with his day and was walking to his car. He saw me and said, "Come on-- let's take a walk." "

wow pink. when i was out side t's office having a really hard time (8:30pm), she came out, asked if i was ok, got in her car and drove off.