a pink, fluffy monkey, a giant metallic letter M, and, most hideous of all, a tiny, sequinned red stiletto shoe.
I’d come across the type before. Ms. Temple was “fun.”
“Yes and no,” I said. She raised a quizzical eyebrow, but I declined to elaborate further.
There was a silence, in which I heard the lift clattering again, although no further sound or evidence of human occupation followed.
I felt marooned. “OK then,” she said, brightly, too brightly. “I think we’ll get started.
Now, first of all, I want to reassure you that everything we discuss in here together is absolutely confidential.
I’m a member of all the relevant professional bodies, and we adhere to a very strict code of conduct.
You should always feel comfortable and safe in this space,
and, please, ask me anything, at any time, especially if you’re not clear about what we’re doing, or why.”
She seemed to be waiting for some sort of response, but I had none to offer her. I shrugged.
She settled into her chair and began reading from her notebook.
You’ve been referred here by your GP, I see, and you’ve been suffering from depression.
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