You do not know this Feeling. You fear it but do not know this is what will happen.
This is so disgusting that a therapist would say this. What an incompetent. A sadistic incompetent.
I find this so encouraging, Feeling. However we perceive it, he is making a life and living a life, as he can. That he sought out a barbershop, and entered it, and sat there and let somebody stand close to him with a razor and clippers is a marvel to me.
That he communicated to the motel owner in a more or less normal manner, and was able to stay in a dwelling over which he had no control--around other people, who he did not know.
Either his car is working sufficient for him to climb the mountains of the grapevine, twice--or at the very least he took the Greyhound or Amtrak, to visit somewhere about which he had curiosity. All of this--amazing.
I would not be surprised if he is on medication. Something is going on with him.
I just got scared--what if somebody stole the card? But if somebody stole the card--there would be a bunch of charges all at once to use up all of the money. This is not the case.
Feeling. Your son is OK. Now we need to take care of you. And me too.
