Well today kinda sucked!!!!!!!!!! I called my dad whom I haven't seen in 6 months and my step-mother answered. I was basically told that if I would not respect her not to call. This is the first Christmas I have had w/o my dad and I just wanted to call and tell him I love him. X-mas never was any fun-my pyscho step-mother always started a fight and ruined everything. I am haunted by the terrible memories of her. My T gave me what she called a take home theraputic aid. It was a big ragdoll resembling myself in my younger days. I am supposed to cut it when I get urges. Then I have to sew her back up and put a bandaid on her(its means I am mending us and making both of us whole again). I guess I will give it a shot.