These damn therapeutic strategies
A good three days have passed since I last met with Dr. Meyer and after the umpteenth refusal to have lunch. Ted, AKA my father, decides to take matters into his own hands.
“Sweetie, listen to me. I know how difficult this situation must be, but the way we’ve dealt with it up to now doesn’t seem the right way”.
I look at him, but in truth, I’m not listening to what he’s saying, not because I don’t want to, but I often expend too much energy trying to understand what people want of me.
Lately, it so happens that I manage to concentrate on music alone, nothing more than that. It’s like a kind of sweet melody coming to give me the words when I can’t think of anything.
“I know that my words must seem strange to you, ─ they had the same effect on me whe
