Couch 140: Knocking pans

No Art has the earth mother Woowoo slot sewn up

Wise man say: if your customers are queueing, time to put your prices up.

That would be me! [smooths out gauze-y dress as I sit on the floor in front of the couch with flowers in my hair and offer Reiki to my fellow couchies]

Just spent the last hour and a half working on sub plans. It's almost easier to go into school sick. Can't wait to lie in bed for the next 30 hours.

Night, couch.

Not the Nine O'Clock News Open Marriage Sketch

I hate that my city made national news bc of a despicable racist. Blergh.

Went out to dinner with my mom, wife, sister, daughter, daughter's bf, and grandson. It was supposed to just be my mom, wife, sister, and myself. My daughter talked to my mom and found out about it and some how got worked into the party. I've mentioned a life altering event - this event was around my daughter. The issue has not been addressed and the relationship not repaired. When we tried to do family counseling both the family and her therapist said daughter was not at a place to be able to talk about what happened, so we stopped and left the door open for when she thought she was. Shortly there after she stopped seeing her counselor and I doubled down on mine. I didn't want to see her because I've seen her a lot lately and I still can't be around her and not have a huge amount of mixed feelings. When it was time to leave, there was the hugging goodbye line that my family does. I didn't hug her - I just said see ya.

Now I feel like a crap person, parent. My T tells me it is ok not to do things I don't want to do and ok to take her in the dosage level I can handle. Why does it feel so bad to do what I want to do when I think it comes at the expense of someone else. Aw well, hopefully this didn't trigger her to do what she's been doing and make me pay for it.

Oh - and then I ended up emailing T a sappy how I feel about her email.

I'm sure your T doesn't mind the email, no matter how sappy it is

Not sure if that will help, but: My father and I don't hug either. I felt guilty at the beginning but came to realise that no hug is better for both of us than a forced one. Forced hugs/conversations/ etc. just seem to make the relationship worse in the long run, in my opinion...

My parents never hugged me when i was a child and we never hug now. I agree that this is better than a forced and uncomfortable hug

In your daughter's place, I would find the acknowledgment ('See ya') and the not-hugging to be immensely respectful of both me and the (reality of the strained) relationship.

A forced bonhomie would make me feel not seen, not being treated with dignity and also somehow again add to the original injury.

I think in these sorts of situations going on your instincts on what feels right is the best bet (as painful as it might feel).

Just popping in on Tapatalk... Annoyed that I can't dole out hugs! But here's one for (((Elio))) (sorry I can't offer anything more useful right now)

Got my hospital appointment in an hour and a half. Really anxious.

Good luck. Will ride in your pocket if you want pocket riders.

My family almost never hugs. Better no hug than forced one.

Supposed to be at t right now, he texted while I was driving in tot own for appointment and asked if we could push appointment back later in the day. I told him that wouldn't not work and to tell me if he has to cancel because I was already in the way. He said no but he would be at lest a half an hour late. He better have a good reason, like a family emergency or He will hear it from me.

Ugh, that sucks, but at least he doesn't have to cancel entirely. Hope he'll at least be able to keep you for the full time of your session! Maybe he had car trouble or something? Hopefully he'll explain.

Thank you... and yes please!

Waiting to go in now. The doctor is running half an hour late... and it's not the doctor I was meant to be seeing (a specialist on my condition), because she's on maternity leave. Not feeling very hopeful about this

He has a habit of being late because he is the kind of person who runs late in general. He does have a son with a chronic illness so sometimes he is late because of dealing with him. However, I just showed up and the receptionist don't even know where he is.. so, my guess is he is just running late. I wonder if he has an appointment right after me? Ugh, this is not how I need to start a session..

Since my conference in Montreal got canceled (no chance of running into No. 3 now, phew), I just found myself volunteering to mind my four-year-old twin nieces so my sister and her spouse can go on vacation by themselves for some them time.

For two weeks. I seriously wonder what was going through my head. I suppose the latest round of photos demonstrating their total cuteness?

That sounds quite annoying. I am a person who runs late or exactly on time - but I always make it to court and to class on time. It would be completely unacceptable for me to contact my classes and announce I was running 30 minutes late and could they just deal with it.
And with court - well - that would be grounds for contempt or malpractice.
I don't see therapists as having a reason why they should not be able to handle time

For how many days? Would you be the only adult?
Have you ever done it before?

Hopefully the doctor you get is competent and good ((hops in pocket))

Two weeks. They have a babysitter who can help out (I'm going there). And, no, not really - for a day sometimes during holidays when we are together. But the kids were more immobile then.

Hope everything goes well! Also hopping in your pocket.

And me! I'll help! It'll be fun!!

You are certainly a more generous sibling than am I. I found keeping my sibling's 4 children overnight to be all I could deal with - and I only have done it with my parent's.
I find children make an incredible amount of noise and are on par with keeping a 4 month old puppy from killing itself - except children have thumbs and can open doors/cabinets/ etc. And people become unglued if you suggest sticking them in a crate.
It is for the children's own good.