. it wasn't that cold on the balcony , i was nearing a concludion that whatever mel had seen that n ight in the grand canyon was part ofwhat had had left her so uncomfortable upon her return to california , what had she seen ? i didn't have a clue .
when i find myself lost in a psychotherapy session , it is because i find myself out in the lead . aware of that tendency , i tried to allow mel to step back in front of the story wi got quite . we kept eye contact . mel was my match . or my better here she belonged . i had no business guiding this expedition . we kept eye contact . mel was my match . or my better .
" so jack knows what you and jules saw ?" i said finally . as i asked that innocuous question , i recognized that our conversation had devolved into a game of twenty questions . it's not an effective interviewing technique . if i hoped to learn anything useful from this meeting . i had to find some way to get mel talking freely .
my self -imposed deadline was five minutes away .
she shook her head in reply to my question in a manner that i cou;dn't interpret . i had no way to know if the headshake was the simple answer to my question or whether it was an indication of her refusal to tell me what i wanted to know .
"mel , do you know what jack saw that night ?"
she nodded ." you too ," she said . she punctuated the thought with a girlish giggle . " the world does ."
me too ? the world does ? huh ? what does rthat mean ?
on a busy therapy day - one with eight , nine , ten patients - ii could count on having at least one moment during the course of the day when a patient woulfd say something that feels like a complete non sequitur . as though i'd somehow missed an essential segue .that was how i left after hearing mel's " you too " -" r=the world does ."
too many facts , not enough context ." i didn't get that . i said :" i'm sorry ."
she didn't repeat it .
i said ," i'm getting the impression that what actually happenedthat night in thecanyon is different than i might be thinking , is that what you're telling me , mel ?"
when i find myself lost in a psychotherapy session , it is because i find myself out in the lead . aware of that tendency , i tried to allow mel to step back in front of the story wi got quite . we kept eye contact . mel was my match . or my better here she belonged . i had no business guiding this expedition . we kept eye contact . mel was my match . or my better .
" so jack knows what you and jules saw ?" i said finally . as i asked that innocuous question , i recognized that our conversation had devolved into a game of twenty questions . it's not an effective interviewing technique . if i hoped to learn anything useful from this meeting . i had to find some way to get mel talking freely .
my self -imposed deadline was five minutes away .
she shook her head in reply to my question in a manner that i cou;dn't interpret . i had no way to know if the headshake was the simple answer to my question or whether it was an indication of her refusal to tell me what i wanted to know .
"mel , do you know what jack saw that night ?"
she nodded ." you too ," she said . she punctuated the thought with a girlish giggle . " the world does ."
me too ? the world does ? huh ? what does rthat mean ?
on a busy therapy day - one with eight , nine , ten patients - ii could count on having at least one moment during the course of the day when a patient woulfd say something that feels like a complete non sequitur . as though i'd somehow missed an essential segue .that was how i left after hearing mel's " you too " -" r=the world does ."
too many facts , not enough context ." i didn't get that . i said :" i'm sorry ."
she didn't repeat it .
i said ," i'm getting the impression that what actually happenedthat night in thecanyon is different than i might be thinking , is that what you're telling me , mel ?"
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