Keeping my Bear, Dammit!
About the post I put about the Pdoc and the therapist, I remember something my T said last week when I questioned where we were going with my therapy.
She said, "It's your recovery, Marc. We will work on what is most important to you".
My therapist I see weekly. And I am capable of knowing what I need to work on first (fortunately, it coincides with what she thinks).
The Pdoc is nothing more than my pill pusher. She is not going to be helping in my therapy, just supplying the band-aids. And she will never know me like my T will.
So it's my damn recovery. And Ricky is MY bear. And it's MY choice! Took me a long time to get to the point that I would get him. Then being told to get rid of him pissed me off. Like, Ken says in one of his articles, I am the consumer. That means I am the employer. That means I make the final decision.
Ricky stays. Period.
Marc
She said, "It's your recovery, Marc. We will work on what is most important to you".
My therapist I see weekly. And I am capable of knowing what I need to work on first (fortunately, it coincides with what she thinks).
The Pdoc is nothing more than my pill pusher. She is not going to be helping in my therapy, just supplying the band-aids. And she will never know me like my T will.
So it's my damn recovery. And Ricky is MY bear. And it's MY choice! Took me a long time to get to the point that I would get him. Then being told to get rid of him pissed me off. Like, Ken says in one of his articles, I am the consumer. That means I am the employer. That means I make the final decision.
Ricky stays. Period.
Marc