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Re: Why bother with therapy? allisonf

Posted by Dinah on August 19, 2003, at 0:03:16

In reply to Re: Why bother with therapy? Dinah, posted by allisonf on August 18, 2003, at 21:35:44

He can be funny, especially when I come up with some of my harebrained questions. :) His flexibility of thought is what makes him a good therapist for me.

I've only run into him twice, although I have a constant subliminal sort of radar going. It was at the book store the night after my psych testing. I could swear I heard his laugh, thought I was being paranoid because I had an armful of psych books about testing (I didn't cheat, it was after), and peeked. Sure enough, it was him. I dumped the books on whatever aisle I was on and ran like a startled hare out of that store. That time I discussed it with him, because I was afraid he had seen me. I 'fessed up about the books, too.

We had already discussed that I didn't like seeing him outside of the therapy room, not even in the waiting room. I was rather blunt about it once, so he quit escorting me out. He does have to escort me in, but he doesn't make small talk. I just don't think of him as therapist-him outside of the therapy room. He's this almost-stranger who's seen me emotionally naked more times than I can count while he's always been emotionally clothed. It's awkward.

I got pretty upset when I found out I could easily walk to his house on an evening stroll. I quizzed him about the local groceries and such. We do go to the same restaurants apparently, but not yet at the same time. And we use the same drugstore. But by the time I found out, he had already lived there for a year, and he quite rightly pointed out that if it hadn't been a problem in all that time, it probably wouldn't be.

So when I saw him at the drugstore I ducked down a side aisle, kept tabs on where he was, dropped off my prescription, and made my escape. I don't think he saw me, and it didn't seem important enough to mention. He knows I hate to see him already. I saw him walking in his building Friday. I was a bit ahead of him, ducked into an elevator, and prayed it would take off before he came in. He must have slowed down, because it did. Once I slowed down, but not enough, and had to ride up the elevator while he was wolfing down a candy bar for lunch.

 

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