I spend all my time on my T couch in the corner curled up into a little ball. I pick at my fingers, fiddle with the edge of my jeans and just about anything else I can do to avoid looking at him and until your post never realized it.

I do sit infront of him as his office is very small, every corner is filled and there really is no place to go or hide which I now realize is on purpose.

My goodness our docs are the smart ones aren't they.

Since you do trust your T just keep on going and talking and releasing the secrets and believe me when I say "IT WILL GET BETTER". Maybe not completely but at least we are the better for their help

Hang in there and good luck, we know how you feel

P.S. I've cried rivers in his office over the years---and rivers-----and rivers!