The therapist retrieved me. She asked how I was. I said I was grumpy. The therapist said she was feeling a bit grumpy, too. She said I was the first person to actually show up for my appointment today. This surprised me and I made some comment about rudeness. She said thank you and agreed. We sat in silence. I complained about how my sister didn't come to stay with me since she was off work, and that she had instead stayed home to enjoy her roommate's guest dog.

We sat in silence.

The therapist finally asked me what I wanted to talk about today. I decided against anything major. I told her I want to make C let me get the ear piercings that I want. We talked about that a little. The therapist said maybe I'd be allowed to do this since I'd been helping out with stuff and had stopped doing a central problem behavior. I didn't say anything, which I guess made her suspicious. She asked for confirmation that I had been behaving. I said kind of.

She seized on that and questioned me until I admitted that I had been engaging in part of the problem behavior, though not the worst part. The rest of the session was spent on this issue, with the therapist repeating her typical refrain that we need to figure out a better way for me to manage my anger.