Is this like where, earlier this month, my t said to me, why don't you ask a friend to sell your books at their garage sale? And I was like, what exactly do you think I do when I leave here? If I had friends with garages, would I be bothering you all the time? It was like he thought I was normal. The thing is, while they are building us up in the therapy room, we don't always carry that behavior out to real life. But we can't be totally under stress in the therapy room either, or else for sure we'd be a mess IRL.