This is like over a month out of date but it is still the last sesh I had so....here we are.

I took my usual position of leaning back feet up on another chair and started bouncing the tennis ball.

He asks how things have been.
I say same sht different day. He nods.
He is where he always is, around 6' away leaning back, eyes closed, fingers steepled above his solar plexus.
He ask how the drugs are...I say they are sht. He nods, says the most recent purity tests put the street gear at between 8 and 11% purity....so bloody awful.

He asks if I have spoken to the mother yet, I shake my head.
He asks if I want to go there. I say not really.
He asks how the meds are working. I say so so.
He asks if I want them increased? I say no.
I miss a catch and it hits the desk then the computer monitor he says I am going to give him a heart attack one day.
We discuss current affairs for a bit. Then back onto drugs where we debate their historical significance, and the current differing of treatment across the EU for addiction.
We discuss the futility of finding me a T. Despite it being a sound idea in theory. He promises to clear this with the team.
I ask about the percieved benefits of digging over childhood, he says in most cases it's unhelpful. And in my case pointless.
I joke that we know all that seeking deeper meanings stuff is pointless.
He says that doesn't mean that learning to cope with the present is pointless.

I grumble something about it being dull.

We review some grounding techniques as I begin to get agitated.
He asks if there is anything I would like to discuss, I say I am struggling with my older boy at the moment, but I will work it out.
He says something like , 'if your sure.'

It's only been 45 mins and I am counting the seconds until it ends.

More banter, more avoiding anything meaningful and then it's time Woo! Hoo!