The pit in my stomach was more a medicine ball. I was sweating profusely, my flush not only a color change but apparently a fluid swap. I hoped no one could see my hands shaking, but I guessed that would be like hoping no one notices Mount Rushmore has faces on it.
“We’re here for you” Doctor Schneweiss said in her calmest voice; “Whenever you’re ready.”
“I c-c-can’t” I stammered; “I just can’t. It's stupid! It's humiliating!”
even while saying that I knew it was inevitable. I had no choice. As
the group looked on expressing their hopes and compassion I began…
“Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream…”
stopped, nearly gagging. The group, on the other hand, was applauding
and beckoning me to continue. My eliminating introversion therapy had
finally begun in earnest.