I Can't Make You Love Me

I am not sure what happened in session last week. We reached a point where everything seemed surreal and concocted and airless. The ping pong of transference and counter-transference left me absolutely breathless. I have never been in therapy like this.

Yes Dr. B., you are what I would want: young and deeply feeling and good. I have been an excellently appropriate client - why would you push me to feel something for you? Did you? I'm not naive and I don't often completely misinterpret relational dynamics. So what the hell happened?

All I know is that it was terribly uncomfortable and amazingly comforting. I've got to get my thoughts in order before our next session. More on this to come, but for now, here's a Bonnie Raitt cover by my understudy, Adele.