Lorraine posted a picture of Jung today on her blog (dothedishesfirst.blogspot.com - yes, I'm going to figure out the link thing soon) which made me think of Mary, my therapist who disappeared.
Mary Kleyweg was my therapist for a few years (shocking, I know) while I was living in Seattle. We talked about stuff, analyzed a few dreams, made a little headway or not. Whatever. Anyway, one day, late spring of 1994, when I showed up at Mary's house/office for my weekly appointment that never changed time or day, she wasn't there. I knocked, waited a while, and then left. I figured something had came up or she had left a message somewhere that I hadn't yet received.
I never did get a message and when I showed up the following week, she wasn't there. I went around the back of the house and tried the back door. Listened for her cool dog, Nebby (short for Nebraska). Nothing. As I was walking back to my car, I saw a neighbor gardening. I asked her if she had seen Mary. No, she hadn't, and, as a matter of fact, there had been quite a few of people like me (I think she meant hip and very sane looking) coming around knocking on the door and getting no answer. What was strange was that the house was totally intact except that Mary was gone.
Now, I don't know much (obviously, as I didn't get to finish my therapy), but I think that disappearing is high up on the therapist's don't do list. And Mary was really great. Honestly. Smart, very professional, successful, ethical. The only thing I can think of that could explain all this is Witness Protection. (Stop Laughing.) She mentioned that she had been asked, on occasion, to testify in court procedings that required a psychologist's expertise.
For a while, I read the obituaries and listened to the news. Nothing. Every few years I do an internet search. Nothing.
So, Witness Protection Management People, if you read my blog, send me a little sign please, something really small that won't endanger any lives, to let me know that Mary's ok.