I was excited to begin the work but felt very uncertain about my capability and knowledge (which was wise). Somewhere during that first year a college co-ed [a US term meaning female student] came to see me and after several appointments she took her long hair and threw it forward so it covered her face. That was followed with the words: ‘My father used to do weird things to me.’ I had no idea what she meant. Little by little she taught me what it meant. I went to a supervisor for input because I did not know what to do. I had never heard about or encountered sexual abuse.