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September 17, 2016
"No, it's not food," Martin says, reaching into a small bag upon entering my office. "I know that's forbidden! Is this okay?"

It's a small notebook and a ballpoint pen.

"Doodling helps me 'process'," he says. I can practically hear the air quotes.

He fills his session with fears of autumn and scarves, and several pages of his book with blue. I need to know what he's drawing. I hope it's not Donald Duck.

"I'm doodling YOU," he says, apparently reading my mind.

The thought of being rendered by someone who fears the sound of fallen leaves underfoot unnerves me.