I arrived early for my appointment at Harley Street. I went into the waiting room and sat down on the comfortable settee, relieved that soon I would be sharing my thoughts with Dr Goldblatt. My attitude towards him seemed changed. Before he went on holiday I was afraid to tell him everything in case he confronted me with ideas which threatened my own way of thinking. He might have made me face facts which would disturb me. I had been aware of conflicting emotions towards him. I had been afraid of him, and I had even felt anger towards him, and I hated him for ‘allowing’ me to suffer for so long. Yet even after he withheld comfort and sympathy from me, I had counted the days and hours to when I would see him again.
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