mine was akward and forced upon me. i sat in a small room surrounded by a woman a didn't like and my mother. the lady would constantly be looking at the clock and my mom would make things up and make herself look like a good mother. (not saying she isn't) i felt as if i couldn't move an inch, because they were both watching me the wntire time. i would sit waiting for it to be over, and focusing on the carpet pattern. everytime, she would always end saying something like " okay, well, thats all the time we have for today" that always made me angry. i hated going and i think it will change the way i think about therapy and getting help for a long time. what about you?
2007-07-30
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