  In just two visits, Dr. Davis has brought about some interesting points. I mean the kind where it's like a stopper has been pulled from the cogs, and the wheels in my head started spinning away immediately. The first one is interesting, lurking right at the surface and not terribly deep; rather, I think I would have preferred NOT to acknowledge the idea, whether or not it is/was true. We were discussing J's declining my request to be adopted. Dr. D asked why that bothered me, and my response was that I didn't know. She challenged me, saying something to the effect of "Oh, come on now. " Hellooo... abandonment and rejection? It was the beginning of respect. The second point was another startling realization. Dr. D asked what age my mother was when she died. As I was answering with a range of numbers (34 to 37, I thought) I realized it was almost the age I am now. Wow, that one struck a chord. It sorta makes a few of the puzzle pieces come together. 
