It scared me to think I might lose it like that, and for some reason I was fascinated by what I saw. No one knew I could see what was happening. I was hidden behind a door and snuck a peep every now and then.
His secretary tried to interject with a phone message, but T waved her away. It was obvious the lady was his priority.
I never did lose it like that lady did, and always felt I was his priority in session.
I knew I could ring him at anytime if I was in crises. That only happened a few times in therapy, and it was in between his sessions with his other patients.
There must be some kind of boundaries set by a T, if not for my sake, for others.