Monday, just at the end of therapy, I put together the transference of seeing T as my childhood perpetrator. I thought I was going crazy that night. Felt like my world was caving in. All I could see was T and my perpetrator as one person. My body was a knot. Every muscle tensed to the max. I called T on Tuesday and we met that afternoon for 90 minutes. I was able to talk about the abuse with no shame. And I felt. I wasn t shutdown. T offered that maybe her image over the perp s was a... Wow!
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