A couple of weeks ago I blogged about opening up in therapy. I did my writing assignment for the week that I mentioned in that post and the next time I went to therapy, on October 23rd, I had to read it to her.
It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. I found that when I read it I was distancing myself from the words on the page. So, my fear of crying wasn’t an issue since I emotionally I was not connecting with the words. The act of reading didn’t open me up emotionally to my therapist, but it did get me to open up my life experiences to her.
She wants me to continue to write some more to read to her while in session. I didn’t do the homework for this week’s session. I know the reason for this, but don’t wish to blog about it.