Posts Tagged ‘therapy’:

Posted August 27th, 2008 by justBcoz in Kids
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After Friday’s drama, I swore that Son#1 would not be going back to that place if I had anything to say over the matter. I was seriously pissed at them! Anyway, I took him to see his psychiatrist (Shrink Man) on Monday morning and explained what had happened and put forward my plan to contain [...]

Posted August 24th, 2008 by justBcoz in Kids, Rants
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The clinic is history! OMG, I am so totally shocked at their childish attitude and the games they keep playing. Friday was the last freakin straw! I get a phone call from Son#1 in the morning. “I’ve been kicked out again” he says. THUD <—– That’s the sound of my jaw hitting the ground. “Oh [...]

Posted August 21st, 2008 by justBcoz in Friends and Family, Personal
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Again. The clinic. Does not. Communicate. The last time I was there, on Tuesday, the counselors basically asked Son#1 to leave for 36 hours, to think about what he’d done, and go back there with a contract that they would read, accept and then he’d be allowed to stay on as an out-patient. So I [...]

Posted August 19th, 2008 by justBcoz in Personal
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I guess by now I should expect things to change rather suddenly and dramatically, hey? Wow – this afternoon’s Family Session was SO not what I was expecting! When I arrived at the clinic with my heart racing and my head spinning, I was totally thinking that we were gonna pick up from where we [...]

Posted August 19th, 2008 by justBcoz in Rants
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I know I *shouldn’t* feel like this, but I honestly don’t know what the point of me being in another “Family Session” is … not after what happened yesterday. I feel like telling them to call me when they’re actually ready to hear me. Do my feelings and experiences really count for nothing? If they [...]

Posted August 18th, 2008 by justBcoz in Personal
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Well, that was bloody awful! I’m back from the Family Session at the clinic and surprise, surprise … I’m a complete wreck. Eish … *Apparently* my feelings or opinions count for sweet fuckall. I sat there during the session while stuff was being said, some of it untrue, and when I was asked about how [...]