ABSTRACT
Connie was a five-year-old child with large, brown, doe-like eyes, a huge heart, and a wounded body. She came to me because of her withdrawn behavior at the preschool that she attended three days a week. As a special needs consultant, my job was to work with the school's children and provide the individual psychotherapy that they needed above and beyond the therapeutic classroom where they resided day by day. Connie came as a wounded bird, but with all the mastery of a slippery fish in getting her way one way or another.
