I’m back. My two therapy sessions for the last week of the year 2021 got canceled because we had a damn snow storm that shut the therapist’s office down. And my appointments have been moved to alternating between Tuesdays and Wednesdays every other week. Which is fine because I feel we’ve made a lot of progress since I’ve started therapy and feel I don’t need to go as often anymore. If need be, my therapists says we can sort something out to where I can go more often again.

Now then, yesterday’s therapy session went fine. It partly catching up and then picking up where we left off: me coming to terms about the first several years being molested by my dad, when I was willingly partaking in it. I thought it would be harder to talk about this time since it had been a while since we had, but it wasn’t. We went over things we already had before, but the difference this time was it was easier for me to do so. Much easier. I feel I’ve mostly come to terms with the shame and guilt I’ve been feeling about during that time and will make an entry about it real soon.

I still have a long way to go dealing with my 20 years of being molested by my dad, but this is a big step forward. Hopefully by the next session, I’ll have taken another giant step forward.