ABSTRACT
It had taken a long time to get to this point. Seven years, in fact, since Tom had first knocked on my door introducing himself, and I still didn’t know what to do about him. I had been besotted, bedazzled, and bedevilled. Adoring, idealising, and addicted. Then came disintegration, followed by serious therapy, and now change. Cassie’s case example, telling our story, still stood in the space between us, creating a rift, it was as if I knew a secret that I was not able to share with him. A further difficulty was that I could now feel real empathy, it was no longer just a theoretical concept that I had picked up from books.
