<font color="#008800"> I found out today that my mother went to her therapist and talked to her about this. Her therapist told her that I was probably delusional. So now they all believe I dreamed it up.
My therapist is out of town until Thursday. I feel so lost. I know I didn't imagine it. I don't know why my family doesn't believe me. My mother is denying that she was told to give me sherry and even going so far as to say they didn't have it in the house. But I know that it happened that way -- there are other bits and pieces of memories around that time that I couldn't have imagined. I wish my son had kept his mouth shut. I wish I could SI for the next few hours, days until I either feel better or feel nothing. I knew I wouldn't be believed. </font> 
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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