But wait a minute T-I'm your kid too!

MissCharlotte · Nov 07, 2008, 08:38 PM

Yesterday in session T and I had a hard time connecting. I know, it happens but I have some crap gong on at work and I really needed to connect with him and I realized at the end of the session that I had talked in circles for 45 minutes. blech

By the time I reached my car I was in tears, so I called him from the parking lot and I told him whaat was going on and asked if he could call me back or at least leave me a message and let me know he heard my message. But by late last night there was no message.

This morning I was a bit foggy because I had taken klonopin to battle my anxiety. I woke up late, was running around getting dressed and all of a sudden the phone rang. It was T! He said that he had tried to leave me a message but that my voice mail box on my phone was full. He said he would have tried again later but when he got home he was with his children.

I wanted to say: "Hey T, wait a minute, what about me? I'm your kid too!"

Nov 07, 2008, 09:43 PM

Awwww, it must have felt so good to hear from him and know that he had not forgotten you. AND it was really thoughtful of him to try again in the morning when he missed you last night.

Speaking of being their kids...I did ask T if he would marry the author Anne Lamott and then they could adopt me. He NEVER says "no" to me, literally, but he still managed to weasel his way out of that one. Huh.

Dinah · Nov 08, 2008, 10:53 AM

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Originally Posted by MissCharlotte

I wanted to say: "Hey T, wait a minute, what about me? I'm your kid too!"

I *do* say that. It took literally years before I could move from telling him I felt like he was my therapist/mommy, to referring to him as a therapist/mommy. Then one day I said something in a very complex backward way on the topic, and when he laughed at my phrasing (in a nice way of course) I told him, with a shyness not customary to me, that I had to because while I could say he was my therapist/mommy, it would be frightfully forward of me to refer to myself as his therapee/daughter. He liked the term "therapee/daughter" so much that it became a joke between us, and now I freely use the term and he lets me. So I think I would definitely say that, and probably have, except I'd whine it. "Hey T, wait a minute, what about meeeeeee? I'm your kid too."

Sigh, then we'd both smile or laugh, because we would both understand the situation for what it really was as well as what it is *in session*.