Therapy days are so very hard. I dread them, every single week. It is about a 40 minute round trip to therapy (sometimes more, sometimes less…depending on the tractors in the road). The sessions, themselves, last 2 hours.
We have a system down pat. I go and talk first, about our week; then Gigi goes in for her time; next Catfish goes in (somedays I do not take him because he doesn’t need it every week); and then I either go back in with the kids or separately. There are many weeks that our therapist schedules us on Fridays because the office is closed on Fridays and we can dedicate more time to talking things through. There are other times when we are scheduled at 5 pm because that is when the office closes and we don’t have the added pressure to get done on time because there are other people waiting.
It is intense and it is hard. Memories are hard. Talking about those memories are hard. There have been a lot of tears, a lot of yelling, a lot of laughter (believe it or not)….just a lot. We are blessed with a therapist who believes in Jesus.
This is the first conversation I had with our counselor:
***Greetings and introductions on both part***
Me: Are you a believer?
Counselor: (stunned I asked, I’m sure) Yes, I am.
Me: So you know the love of Jesus and what He did for us.
Counselor: (still a bit shell shocked) Yes, I do.
Me: Good, because if you didn’t know the Lord, I’d say that this relationship has come to an end. I need someone who is going to be dedicated to educating herself and one who isn’t afraid to utter His Name in session. I need a believer to help me when I don’t believe or when I’m struggling with raising this child. I want you to pray for us and with us. If this is too much for you, or if your walk is not strong, then we can part ways and I thank you for your time.
Counselor: I think I can handle it…we all have God on our sides.
Me: Alrighty then, now let’s talk candy. It must be had.
Counselor: Great minds think alike.
In the end, it has been a good fit. She knew little about RAD when we came to her, but she is willing to step outside of her own pride and research and ask questions. She gets in my face. I get in her face. We all get in Gigi’s face. We are in this together and for that, I’m grateful.
Thank you, Ms. Sue…..we love you (even though I dread seeing you every week)!!!!!!!!!!!