This weekend, my therapist is at the same conference, at the same place, as she was when I wrote this post. So much has changed in the last couple of years – for one thing, email correspondence is no longer a part of our therapy – but she hasn’t changed. Her love, and her giving, haven’t changed. My appreciation and gratitude for that love and that giving, grow every day. It’s a privilege to know her and to do this work together….
And since I wrote this post, her love of gardens and gardening has led me into this area for myself – a gift of herself and her influence that will last a lifetime, and makes life more beautiful, for all the hours that that life affords.
This weekend my therapist is at a residential conference – strangely enough at a conference centre I have stayed in myself. I have been dreading this weekend for months, remembering how I felt last time she went to a similar event. I have been dreading the feelings of exclusion, of jealousy, of knowing that she will be interacting with strangers who for these three days will have a greater insight into the minutiae of her life – what does she have for breakfast? – than I will ever have. They will be in company without the company of the clock; they will talk and laugh uninterruptedly; they will take a walk and talk – or not. They will capture the moment, in a picture. Oh to be a fly on the wall and to be able to observe her interacting in a carefree way with those around her. And yet…
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Life in a Bind - BPD and me 
March 26, 2019 at 6:43 pm
I’m so glad you get to see the change
Love light and glitter
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April 10, 2019 at 8:00 am
I would have wanted those things with my old therapist. The “new” one I’ve known for 4 years and been seeing individually for almost 1 year. She’s a way better therapist, and I don’t have that gnawing desire to know more about her. Then again, old therapist told me maybe two or three personal things in 4 years, none of which were particularly personal. New therapist is much more open. I get to see that she’s human and imperfect like me.
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January 10, 2020 at 3:15 pm
A belated happy new year! I hoodie this year and decade brings awesomeness and serenity…
Love, light and glitter
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April 18, 2021 at 2:01 pm
I’m eighteen and have been experiencing this for years now. For the first time in my entire life I see that others feel like me. Thank you.
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