Posted: 12/10/2013
“I’ve been reading your blog,” my therapist announced at the start of my most recent visit. Absent from her voice was her usual delicately embroidered inquisitiveness, replaced instead by sharp, almost accusatory punctuation. “It’s … interesting. I admit I was a little surprised to see parts of our last conversation so readily discussed. I wrongly expected, when you first told me what you were doing, that our sessions would remain private.”
“If I’m going to do this right,” I said, “I’ve got to be willing to put all my knives on the table.”
She smiled thinly. “I’d like to investigate that notion, if it’s all right with you.”
“Shoot.”
She cleared her throat. “Ignoring for now your comments relating to my appearance, I would be remiss if I didn’t ask how you feel the
