Thanks for the response!

And thank you for complimenting my writing. Would you believe in h.s. an English teacher tried to kick me out of her class because she thought I would fail? I love writing, but I only found out I was good at it when I went to college. I actually wound up tutoring other college students in English. I think I learned the most from a teacher who wouldn't give anything but As on papers. So you either got an A or it was an F. Of course, you could turn it in multiple times. The reason she graded this way was so that we could learn what an A paper actually looks like. My T, on the other hand, prefets me to limit my writing since I excel at it, but struggle with verbal communication

The mouse... Poor thing. It was a cute little field mouse. He's gone now. My step-dad filled the kitchen with traps. I don't mind pet rats and mice, but you just can't have a wild one running around the house.

And thank you for thinking I'm brave for asking my Pdoc for what I need. It's either that or I'm stupid I don't really think I'm either. For me, it's that I truly care about my Pdoc. That and my old habits really haven't worked for me. It's like "the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results". Well, I don't want to lose my Pdoc, so I have to do something different. People will unintentionally hurt other people. So if I run away from everyone, I'll be all alone. I've been there and don't want to feel that again. So I'm taking a huge risk. I just hope she sees that I'm taking this risk.