Other people tell me that it's not forever, and usually that's something I can believe when I'm NOT depressed. So I'll pass that on for now, that no, it's not forever.

It gets old being the bigger person, but that certainly sounds like who you are with your mom.

As for feeling mortified with T, oh do I get it. The thing is, he's probably just fine with it. I remember reading once that embarrassment serves the purpose of telling us when we're not in line with social norms (or something like that). But the social norms in therapy are so whackadoo that I'd stay you're still well within the bounds.

Maybe a Monty Python viewing is in order?