I love therapy.
I love going to therapy with mom.
This last time was especially fun. I'm not being sarcastic in the least, I think it's the most mom and I laugh, and cry, the entire week. Last week I was shocked at my dissociation disorder diagnosis. This week mom was dumbfounded at Dr. B's diagnosis of HER.
Beya has an obsessive compulsive personality.
I was cracking up at the gasp mom gave when Dr. B said this. Mom just looked at him, then me and then raised her hand to her chest and questioned "ME???" It was like something out of a movie. I think at this point I was doubled over, tears of laughter spilling over my eyes.
You see, mom sees herself as a very flexible, very go with the flow, very languid type of person. Of course sissy and I would talk about her and say how rigid she was but mom always argued with us, INSISTING she was not like that, kind of proving our point for us. Oh how sissy and I would laugh at her.
That's one of the millions of things I miss. Sissy and I teaming up against mom. Mom used to cry out "oh sure, just gang up on Beya" and we were more than happy to oblige.
So yes, I love therapy.
With my mom.
Dr. B is on vacation this coming week so we'll have to wait an extra week for any new revelations.
I can't wait.