I think the cootie orange was in the DBT mindfulness module, I don't remember if we were tasting or sniffing or what, I was just getting grossed out that somebody peeled or sliced this orange, I didn't know where her hands had been, now they're passing the oranges around the table, everybody is breathing on them - NEED I GO ON?! Whatever I was supposed to be mindful of that module, obviously got lost! And really, I live like a pig, but my OWN germs, I don't mind, I guess!

Boy, the politics around this, though, eh? My pdoc had suggested I attend DBT. His therapy supervisor was my T, but his medical supervision was the DBT cohort at uni. But I was already seeing T in his private practice years before, so they couldn't really mess with that.

As for the snacks, it's just to keep the pocket riders from calling out!

BTW, T cancelled on me today, I was on the bus already, and the bus driver was calling out asking who needed a transfer held, so I couldn't really talk, plus my tummy was rumbling (along with my cellphone) and i'm like great, did T give me his flu when he hugged me yesterday? and i'm dry swallowing generic Immodiums and feeling feverish, but I'm back home now, phew!