[MissCharlotte]

Yesterday I had my second session this week. The chairs seemed closer again, a phenomena I experienced once before. I left my measuring tape home this time so I couldn't check it on my bar graph. LOL

Seriously, though, I now believe that it's the emotional closeness I felt with T that made me feel a physical closeness.

It was a session that was steeped in difficult issues but the way we began the session contributed to the feelings of closeness. It was chilly in the room and T went and got an electric heater that he plugged in and said it was our fireplace.

The thought of sitting in front of a fireplace talking made me feel so cozy and close to him.

The feelings of closeness, of not being alone make it possible to begin to discuss the difficult stuff, and yeah, it was really really difficult. But he was right there with me the whole time.

In order to open our hearts, must we share our hearts?

[Perna]

Or, we must be willing to share our hearts in order to get them to open.

I love the "fireplace" image. When I was single and there didn't look like any chance in hell of my ever having a mate I use to fantasize about a "room" in winter with a fire, two wing chairs in front of it, me reading in one chair and mate in the other, sharing interesting parts of our books, a couple of beautiful Irish Setters (before I learned how "dumb"/spacey they are :-) and a cat laying on the hearth rug, etc.

[Mouse_]

Sister, I am real happy to read about others connections they feel with their T's!!

[sunrise]

sister, that sounds like a lovely session.

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I believe that sharing my heart with my T is helping me open my heart to life, to the world, to possibilities. Regarding my particular situation (getting divorced), my T sometimes says, when you get divorced, your heart breaks.... open. When I first went to see him and he said that, I didn't really know what he meant or put much into this utterance, but I understand better now what he meant and find it comforting. Like there is some purpose to all this pain, that it is actually doing me good.

[ECHOES]

sister, I love the electric heater to warm you. how thoughtful and caring and sweet.

I love that you felt cozy and close to him. That sounds so good!

[tulips30]

This post makes me cry because the T I had for several years and adored had a fireplace. I remember the warmth & comfort. Had never experienced B4.

Then one day a few months later, he disappeared. Wrote all patients a form letter and disappeared. Your beautiful description takes me back there again.

[ECHOES]

((( tulips )))

Your T hurt you deeply when he disappeared.

I had one disappear suddenly too.

I felt your connection with your T when I read this. Love what he said about your 'fireplace.' OMG, I can't even imagine how amazing it would feel to talk with T in front of a fireplace. With a nice blanket. With only me under it of course. Not him. He would be across the room. LOL. Isn't it funny how we dream of these external objects enhancing our comfort?