I was so nervous on the first day of my therapy. I was 7 years old. I sat in the waiting room with my Dad reading a Highlights Magazine.
After awhile, my name was called. My therapists name was Karen, she was young, blond and nice. She made me feel comfortable.
I sat on the fluffy purple couch and Karen sat across from me, she had a notebook which made me nervous.
She asked me questions, lots of questions. Mostly about my parents divorce.
I was EXTREMELY shy back then, it was hard for me to talk to this stranger.
but i did.
Together, we made a family tree. it was hard because my Mom has 10 siblings.
after that, my session was over. Karen shook my hand and Dad’s too. It was over. I made it through my very first therapy session, go ME!