Do you remember back when you read those books in high school and the main character often had a "tragic flaw" that eventually led to their downfall? Maybe I'm the only one that read the books, but I've found my tragic flaw. I'm not going to tell you what it is because then someone could use it to speed up the tragic downfall process, but I know it's there. It's exhausting, having something tragic.
This week has proven to be an educational week. I've learned that you can't please everyone. I've learned that some parents really don't want help for their children. I've learned that therapy is difficult in a small town. If I see someone outside of work and I don't greet them (to maintain confidentiality of course) they call my supervisor, feel snubbed, and want to discontinue therapy for their child. If I DO talk to them, I get this, "why are you talking to me?" look that I just did something to make their world crumble. You can't win.
Maybe being a hermit is a good idea.
Good idea. The trouble is, I started seeing her child the way he was previously seen. A case manager picked them up and brought them here. I hadn't met mom until that day so there was no time beforehand to warn her.
Posted by: weallneedtherapy | 10/09/2008 at 03:11 PM
Some people are just looking for trouble. What can you do?
Posted by: Trudgin' the Road | 10/09/2008 at 03:28 PM