While waiting for him, she had opened windows and patted up the cushions and pillows, focusing her mind on her client. Because she worked somatically there was no desk and chair in this office, which troubled many of her clients at the beginning of their work with her. They were used to being safely on the other side of their therapist’s desk, or at least sitting in familiar chairs. Kit’s therapeutic approach, based in bioenergetic analysis, was directed at helping her clients regain the sense of their bodily selves and, eventually, the bliss of being. But at first they sat on the floor with her, with greater or lesser degrees of comfort, depending on their bodily distortions. Clive Mindell’s wife had left him after twenty-seven years because they’d ‘grown apart’ as he termed it. To his shock, he’d found himself impotent with his new girlfriend. He’d tried Viagra, but had developed severe headaches. ‘I don’t like the idea of sticking needles in my cock’ he’d told her on his last visit and Kit could only agree.
