who's helping who?

I had an appointment with Doc. Sig. today. Mine was the last of the day, as it usually is, and I could tell he was tired. I asked if it had been a long day and he said something to the effect of, "I'm glad I get to see you last today." Judging by his tone of voice I took it as a complement, which became more solidified as the session went on.

You have to remember that I'm a listener, so the majority of my therapy appointments are spent listening to Doc. Sig. talk, throwing in an observation here or an affirmation there. Sometimes I get very fed up and frustrated that he's always talking and not pushing me to be more involved in the discussion. But tonight he told me a story about a big disappointment for him when he was around 6 or 8 years old involving a promise his dad was too busy to keep. As he's telling this story I'm thinking, "What does this have to do with me? I'm the one who's supposed to be sharing here." Then it occurred to me that if talking is what helps me, then him sharing this story is a good thing for him. Even though I'm sure he's over it by now, it never hurts to tell it again.