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Therapist returns to therapy
Session 7 — the one where I cry
Had a bit of a nightmare leaving the house with too many things in my arms, I was just about on time, I locked the door turned around and the smoothie I was balancing in my arms slipped, spilling all down me.
I sort of froze deciding what to do — drop everything? keep holding it and try to manoeuvre clean things away from smoothie’d things? Carry it all to the car to put the clean things in?
I was frozen for about ten seconds deciding what to do (go to the car and put down the clean things)
I also knew I would now be late — a bit late or a lot late, it’s all late — which allowed me to slow right down rather than rush whatever my next steps were.
Another decision to make was whether to message my therapist and let them know I’ll be late or not. I decided not to.
I told the story of the falling smoothie to my therapist and they said “I bet you were fuming!” and I was like “no, actually, well — it meant we’re slowing down” but actually it is interesting they said fuming, and I decidedly was not angry. Frustrated? Sure. But why would I get mad about something that I can’t change? It felt more like a message around being overloaded, carrying too many things at once, that I needed to stop a minute and adjust the way I was moving.
