....my best therapist made it particularly hard for me everytime I arrived!

he had three chairs....1 for him and 2 for me.

I would try to joke about this when the room surrounded me and it was real.

but which chair?...where do I sit?

and the T knew I could not decide and this would begin the assault on my vulnerabilities!!

he gave me an option and I hate options and OMG it's just a damn chair.

...hehe...and I would take MY seat...and it never really was.

cos I would look at the other one thinking all stupid like maybe I can get better in that one?

smart dude he was...

I miss him

I would do anything to sit in all his chairs now cos I loved the guy.

he got sick and he be not here no more

[faith1983]

I'm sorry you had to leave your old t... he looks really nice!!

Speaking of chairs, everytime I get to the waiting room, I live the same dilemna; there are two chairs and gosh it is hard to choose! I always overthink the situation... if I sit there, he's gonna think this and then, if I choose this one, it means that so, well, I will stand still just between those chairs (oh wait, it surely means something too if I don't sit down... it never ends!!)

[summeryoga]

I'm sorry he got sick, J ... Did he pass away?