The first two sessions I had phone therapy. At the third session, I asked if we could use Zoom. It took a few adjustments. One time it took twenty-five minutes to connect. We texted, left the meeting and re-entered. Later both my therapist and I admitted that we were both anxious and worried that this could happen again. It didn’t.
I found it difficult to look at myself on Zoom and used speaker view. After a few sessions, I chose gallery view so I was in the box next to my therapist.
During my sessions, I agonized over the evils of Republican party and Trump, expressed my feelings of frustration and isolation about the Pandemic and endlessly discussed my relationship with Nick.
Eventually, I became used to seeing my face and realized that I smiled a lot, that I was a happy person and had experienced a Zoom “self-actualization.”
