43 Years in Hiding
Copyright© 2012 by JPM
Chapter 8
My therapist called me back early Thursday morning. She wanted to make sure I was really doing okay with what I had found. I knew she was busy and that time on the phone was not her normal routine. But she was really good about it and asked some questions and I went into some details.
I was reassuring her (imagine that!) that I was really doing okay and our normal weekly Wednesday would be fine. We hung up.
About 20 minutes later she called me back. She had a cancellation at 3:45pm. She just wanted to offer it to me if I thought I would like to come in.
I said sure. Why not.
We sat and she asked a couple questions. Then asked me about my original question as I had mentioned her disclaimer in the voicemail.
I explained that somewhere in there, so long ago, was an early trigger for my hidden darkness. That little girl, and I, had suffered such horror and pain at 10 years old. She reassured me that she was much more qualified to deal with victims than perpetrators. Ahhhh, then I realized what she had meant all along.
I only broke down a little bit in going over the details. She offered me a glass of water. I happily took this proffered drink. She let me go on as I related the details which seemed so fresh after 43 years in hiding.
She knew where I had been a year ago. She knew we had covered many topics. Some hard. Some silly. But never as dark as this.