therapy was a fucking disaster.
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, dear, askye. Are you okay?
not the worst I've been but it's difficult because I don't have a great connection with this therapist. I don't think it's a good fit and we jumped in the deep end.
I don't know what to do about that.
I wanted to come home and just.. I don't know, fall apart and I couldn't because E was here and I couldn't just hide in my room either and he didn't want to do his homework or finish his Valentine's or pay attention. I'm realizing I like kids in small doses and there's not goign to be a lot of small doses.
Right now I'm alone but only for another hour.
Mom freaks out or gets angry or just doesn't understand.
And I keep thinking about self harm which I haven't done and I won't but it's just one more thing to deal with.
That's hard, askye.
Is there anything particular you can do as a safety plan to avoid self-harm?
I'm sorry, askye. That's too much to deal with.
I'm distracting myself for the most part.
I may try to reach out to the therapist tomorrow.
askye, would it help to have someone call or IM you? If so, I'll happily do it (and I bet many other Bitches will too), and if not, just know that we're all sending you all the ~ma we've got.
I appreciate but I think I'm going to lie down for awhile and see if I feel better.
I hope the bit of alone time and rest helped, askye.
I don't know if I feel all that better but I was able to make dinner.