Therapy part 2

I grabbed a cigarette. Thinking this was one cool old guy. 

We started therapy at that little brown shack. 

'Emergency' it said on the door. 

'Crisis'. 

Yep. I fit it. 

I was ready to drive into a brick wall. Something, inside...a block to this end. 

I think he suspected then. Disassociative. No word. He would ask "Are you in there?" as I often fogged out. 

Sometimes..." That is odd..." "That doesn't sound like you..." 

Odd times I would find him staring at me looking shocked.

It was long ago now. 

I needed help and this man did what he could. 

He was good with me. 

No one knew about DID then. 

We didn't know we were multiple. 

I really didn't feel it unless I panicked and felt like I had a blackout. 

I was young. 

University was a huge step that had set me off. 

Working 3 jobs and saving to go had been the  pressure. 

I would also have been the first in my family to go. I felt that. 

We worked therapy for about 8 weeks when he passed me to a day treatment programme thru our hospital. 

I was terrified. 

I liked the brown shack. 

I liked the old guy. 

Yes, I still can see him and remember his name and details very well. 

He had become safe. 

I'd even given in to a hug. 

I thought we were good. 

Not great, but I really wasn't into an out patient thing. 

I just finished high school I didn't want to be going to 'class' at the hospital. 

I also had decided to work and take my university at night school. 

Again. I was overloading. He suggested as much. That first therapist.