I knew this was not Rob's first experience in therapy and that a lot was riding on what I was about to say. As he paused, awaiting my response, quite honestly, I was awaiting my response as well. He sighed and began: 'Okay, I'm gay, I'm married, I have three kids, and I'm not getting divorced.' He'd shared some of this information with me in our phone conversation, but I was still struck by the sense of hopelessness in his tone.
He set his bags down, gently put his Blackberry on the table in front of him, and heaved himself onto the couch.
Rob rushed into his first session with me, gym bag on one shoulder, briefcase on the other, 10 minutes late and out of breath.
