Friday, May 23, 2008
Useless Therapy?
Last night was tough. I woke up with a nightmare, but when I woke up it was different than other times. My dad was at the edge of my bed, upset with me and the "useless therapy sessions". I apologized, but that's not what he wanted to hear. He doesn't understand that I want to get better too. I'm uncomfortable wearing a shield over my eye and I hate not being able to drive. I'm trying to get better, I really am! As he walked out my bedroom door last night, I got something off my chest I've been wanting to say to him for a long time. I looked him straight in the eyes and said, You're not in such great shape either, and it was so nice to finally get those words out of my mouth.
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Anna, what you said last night really made me think about myself and how I’ve dealt with you and Jack lately. I understand what you’re saying but your mother and I are paying a lot of money for the therapy sessions with Frances, and you haven’t made any big improvements. You still don’t want to drive and I don’t feel that paying for these sessions is a good use of our money. Please consider this.
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