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Made it to therapy. Frustrated as hell with the privilege my counselor is steeped in.... she doesn't get that I live in a shitty neighborhood and going to a book club would be great but when that means taking the bus home after dark it's not terribly safe and I have to weigh the pluses and minuses carefully. Also made the mistake of introducing her to spoon theory and got the same rage-inducing remark I got from a former, really bad therp: "But I find I have more spoons when I use them!" Do they stamp it in their brains or something?
But I did two nice things at the clinic this morning, so I'm glad I went. I gave some tissue to a guy who started crying during group, and I remembered to bring a CD I'd burned for another regular. So I was able to be kind in small ways, which makes me feel a little better about myself.
Ordered cat food, cat litter, dishwasher detergent, instant mashed potatoes, linen spray and an e-book off of Amazon. So I've been productive.
But I did two nice things at the clinic this morning, so I'm glad I went. I gave some tissue to a guy who started crying during group, and I remembered to bring a CD I'd burned for another regular. So I was able to be kind in small ways, which makes me feel a little better about myself.
Ordered cat food, cat litter, dishwasher detergent, instant mashed potatoes, linen spray and an e-book off of Amazon. So I've been productive.
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