Yep, that's right.
Diagnosed with alphabet soup,
Years of counseling,
Years of programs,
Years of waiting lists,
Counselor after counselor,
doctor after doctor,
psychiatric hospital after psychiatric hospital...
And the MST worker "found" the problem.
I do not know how to love.
Apparently, I could have cured everything years ago - if only I had offered more hugs and kisses. Yesterday's therapy session involved me "practicing" hugging my daughter.
And now tomorrow - I am supposed to analyze in depth the "unresolved issues" I have that have rendered me so incapable as a loving mother.
I could just scream.
:2dissapointed:
Diagnosed with alphabet soup,
Years of counseling,
Years of programs,
Years of waiting lists,
Counselor after counselor,
doctor after doctor,
psychiatric hospital after psychiatric hospital...
And the MST worker "found" the problem.
I do not know how to love.
Apparently, I could have cured everything years ago - if only I had offered more hugs and kisses. Yesterday's therapy session involved me "practicing" hugging my daughter.
And now tomorrow - I am supposed to analyze in depth the "unresolved issues" I have that have rendered me so incapable as a loving mother.
I could just scream.
:2dissapointed: