- The first is simply a corollary to my post from Tuesday. We will call it texts I never wanted to receive. "You have to get here soon. {Client x} just told me she thinks she is gay and that she and {her best friend} are in love".
- When you are in mental health, you HAVE to keep your beliefs out of your work. For example, you may want to offer a congratulatory hug and words of how happy you are for your teen-aged client when she expresses her sexual identity as mentioned above. However, the fact that she was raised in a conservative religion and that she is completely emotionally dependent upon, yet barely tolerated by her family of origin even now causes a professional to reflect upon the grave professional responsibility (e.g. exactly how many ways bad therapy could fuck up her life right now) in handling this issue appropriately.
- I am sad that I still live in a world where it is not yet safe for a teen-aged girl to explore her sexual identity (and I mean this in terms of emotional soul searching and expressing her thoughts freely, as opposed to explore in the "my license says yes but my daddy says no" way).
- We have a Big Meeting today. I am skeert. I cannot sleep. I dreamt last night that I was homeless and sleeping in fields that had cow-poop everywhere. Apparently, Gill had left me and was trying to get custody of the kids so he could raise them with the help of my mother (who made one of her many inspiring cameos in the dream) and the cow-poop field sleeping was really detracting from my position. I did have a nice stable-like things for the kids to sleep in and I thought it might strengthen my case.
- The dream could have stemmed from the Turnip pooping on the living room carpet last night and the subsequent argument that ensued immediately afterwards. (Yes our carpet is getting quite the work-out this week). I have to say though folks, even retrospectly, I still firmly hold my position that when there is a naked baby in front of you and a pile of baby-shit on your carpet, blame-placing is petty and futile.
- The nails are rapidly deteriorating. I keep looking at my hands and thinking of the Agatha Christie novel "And Then There Were None".
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Keep your child clothed! It will save the carpet!
I hope your meeting went/goes well. As long as I have some sort of shelter, you will never have to sleep in a cow-poop field...Unless you want to, of course.
For the record, no amount of clothing will save your carpet from poop....baby in the house. It's statistically impossible.
It's the same laws of physics that allows a wee male child to hold a full bladder until just the moment his father attempts a diaper change.
Yes..I wear my pee and poop badges with honor buddy...:)
Serenity now... apologizes for my minor breakdown... all is well... i am in a better place... hope all is well w/ you...
Mistress says "Keep your child clothed!" I say "Ha!" This is far easier said than done, at least in my household. Right at this moment, my daughter is wearing one clear high-heeled "princess" slipper, one blue high-heeled "princess" slipper, pink angel wings, and a diaper. I'm merely thankful that a diaper is still part of the ensemble. Oh, there's a tiara too - how could I forget that.
I wish your client came from a family (and a society) that could accept her sexual identity exploration as well. Poor kid. I wish her well. Sounds like she has a lot of things stacked against her in this world.
I also have the dreams where I am fighting for custody of my kids (though not always with their father - hmmm). I think the stable will help. If it was good enough for Jesus . . . Perhaps if we just remember that we aren't Britney, we can get some peaceful sleep.
Despite the clear indications of stress and chaos, this post is full-frontal Crse, and I love it, love it, love it!!! BTW, if Gill and your mother won custody of the boys from you, I would devise and untraceable kidnapping plot and completely finance your underground existence because, well, no need to discuss your mom, and Gill's teaming up with her would indicate that he'd suffered a complete and irreparable psychological break.
I'm glad I inspire terror, I just wish it would change your behavior.
You really have to tell us how the meeting turns out.
Oops, we've lost her again. What's going on over there??? :)
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