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May 07, 2009, 09:09 PM
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I guess that did the trick, because my mom got a phone call today and it was apparently from my new T  I forgot the name, but apparently my new T is a guy...which actually I was hoping for as I was contemplating today...
She wanted to know what I wanted to accomplish by going into therapy...well, I just told her that's not something I'm really comfortable talking about because well...it isn't. And I asked her why she wanted to know to begin with. For a moment I thought she didn't like the idea of psychology anymore because of her faith or something. But it was just making sure that I knew that being in therapy means that he's not going to fix anything, just help me fix myself and stuff...well...not those exact words of course...but that was the meaning of what she was saying.
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