"Stay the grand finale, stay the reading of our swan song and epilogue." 23rd May 2022.
He - "So, what's for today then"? Me - "Oh, offering the scarf!" A rush of pain washes over me as I begin to write. This is t he last session. Then and now, I was really aware that I wanted to leave having done it right. My integrity is rooted in one statement: love is worth dying for. Perhaps it is the only thing... I had chosen not to run. I had trusted that Kit would stop treating self-disclosure as dangerous. He didn't. Instead he lectured me about avoidance, whilst he avoided making any reply to my questions. He ignored the power-dynamic he had created, and failed to understand -or perhaps he did understand - that it would be maintained by his absence. I left his room feeling worthless...disempowered, suicidal. I'd set my coordinates straight for the heart of the storm; my role is to work with the people who get medicated unless we find a way to turn self-attack and justified rage, fear, ha...