On a rainy November day, my client shares the following account of her experience: “I am invisible and you don’t even know it. You see me, my face, my body, my hair, my clothes but you cannot see the way I move through the world.
You are a lazy coworker! You are such a flake! Why do you always cancel on me? You are inconsiderate of my time. Why can't you produce as much as your colleagues? Why do you always run late for morning meetings? Are you listening to me?
