My narcoleptic therapist

I had my first and last session with a new therapist yesterday. Pardon me, but I think if you can't keep your eyes open for 50 consecutive minutes it might be time to retire. I'm sorry, am I boring you? I said in my head, as her eyes gradually closed and her head fell forward. She better be bowing to me, god damn it! I continued speaking as if nothing was bothering me. Why? Why didn't I simply ask her why that was happening? Why am I people-pleasing a therapist? Fear of offending. I simply resolved to look for another therapist.




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