Trying to rest now. Though it is close to 1am...
Worst Part of the Day-
Will-O and I had our final family therapy session as he has now graduated from his treatment. Today's therapy was once again disruptive to my fairly successful suppression of emotion regarding this whole ordeal. These therapies always do a good job of stirring up and dredging up some yicky stuff for me. I again was pleased about what I said and how I reacted. This time, though, I burst into tears near the end and it was hard to stop the emotion. When asked why I was crying I was able to say that I was pretty offended being told things like, it seems like you are angry or you seem resentful. (Seriously? Duh!) I asked (though rhetorical) what is an acceptable way to feel or respond to all of this? I said I feel like I should be given a medal or at least a solid, thank you for carrying all of it with a smile and in the name of fun for the kids and not only doing the billions of perfunctory tasks that go into maintaining a home and yard and bills and working and kids, but also living a life of active moderation and balance and allowing the kids to see a mom who made it a priority to squeeze in on top of it all things like exercise and social activities and organic eating. Though I thought I made a pretty kick ass speech, Will-O's therapist told me plainly I have been traumatized and that I should seek professional help.
Alllllrighty. So no medal, then?
(To be fair, I did get a sincere thank you from Will-O and that was the Best Part of the Worst Part.)
1 comment:
You do deserve a medal - or better yet a FULL weekend off with people to wait on you (if you get this, can I come?)
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