I had therapy today. She read half of the TG blog that I sent her the other day. She says that she misses me. We haven’t had an in-session session since my last birthday. I was going to see her next week but I have babysitting duties until the 26th. Our times are too close together and she lives so far away, I would hate being late picking up my niece. I probably will see her soon enough.
We talked about the great idea I had about sending my mother a letter about how I want to be called. I just don’t know if I can do it. It would have to be a time when I know I am talking with my therapist in case the fall out goes horribly wrong. I wish my mother was more accepting of me or supportive. But she just isn’t. I accept that even though it is harder than hell to. She has her ways, I have mine and unfortunately, they don’t meet up. I told her I even thought of having a session with my therapist to break the news to her but I really don’t want to be in the car with her for 45 mins after session. It would just kill me.
I did some editing today. Nothing major, just changed a word here or there, and formatted the paragraphs. I figure the more I do now, the less I will do when publishing time comes. If I am still alive, that is. I tell you, it was hard not going through with it today after my therapy session. I just had the urge. I didn’t act on it, otherwise I don’t think I would be writing this blog today. I hate when it hits you like a wave and you have to ride it out. We did talk about heavy stuff today and I “blew” my therapist’s socks off (her words) when I told her about my idea with my mother. She said she was very proud of me and I guess I just couldn’t handle all the positive emotions. It gets to be overwhelming for me sometimes. I just don’t think I am that good of a person, sometimes. Today was one of those days, I guess. I told her I don’t have to “deal” with her for the next few days so I could tell her these things and then have a break.
I also talked about the Shame book that I am reading. It is giving me the insights about things. Reading this book gave me the idea to write my mother the letter on how to address me. I still have no idea what I am going to write but it’s a start. The book is also helping me to realize somethings. I wish I could remember what they were but I can’t off the top of my head. I do know that I am not liking her writing about all her “success” stories. It would be nice to see that there are a couple of failures but who wants to own up to that? I have been in therapy too long to know that not all therapies work for everyone. Insightful therapy doesn’t work for everyone. I had a therapist that was that way, and it really bother me. Granted I was just 16, but still. I was intelligent enough to know what was going to work with me and what wasn’t. The therapist was a gold digger and ended up taking advantage of me. She was just worried how she was going to get paid more than how to help me. It didn’t help that I “fell” in love with her and would do anything for her, which she knew. It was a rocky relationship and something that I swore I would never let happen again. Course I sort of “fell” in love with my current therapist the day I met her. But that is a story for another day.
I dealt with my father today and soon as I left, he called me to say he has a $1000 insurance policy. With whom, he has no idea. He just said yes. IDIOT. I guess when the bill comes in the mail, we’ll know. And then my mother wanted me to make her a sandwich for dinner. Really strange. I did it, just because I wanted a sandwich, too. It’s too hot to cook anything.
My ankle exploded on me an hour ago and still hasn’t calmed down despite taking my pain meds. I am hurting really bad. All I did was shift position where I was sitting on my bed and it flared up. That is all it takes and whammo, I am in pain. It’s too bad that it happened way before my bed time. I am going to be sleepy come game time. Last night, I couldn’t bear to listen to the game. It was terrible base running and I just couldn’t listen. I know it would have been worse to watch. I stopped listening when the score was 3-1 Orioles. Final score was 5-2. I don’t get why we suck so bad. Course, there has been some debate on the strike zone being “larger” so more batters are striking out but most of the strike out are looking not swinging! It all depends on the umpire whether or not he is going to call a ball a strike or not. I wish there was inconsistency among them but there isn’t anymore. And it is sad.
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