Therapy. It wasn’t good, but I’m of the opinion that hard therapy is better than ho-hum, nothing happens therapy. I don’t want to drive 360 miles and have it all be flat.
So, that’s what I got – a hard therapy session with Dimples. The visit went well until we talked about things that truly matter, then it was just too much and all of the defenses shot up. Being one of the siblings seems to feel okay (at least with the big kids), but being a daughter and having parents is unbearable.