I have not been myself since the second week of January when an angry and defensive adolescent in here suddenly locked the therapist out of our life when my kids had surgery. She was desperately afraid that even though all signs said no, he might STILL turn on us like others have. The last couple of weeks have been about maintaining basic function after the resulting crash, but something different is happening now. All the support that my therapist offered to me repeatedly during that time (which got thrown back in his face rather rudely) has finally sunk in and... people started caving in right and left. Even young Ms. Belligerent. And... he was still there waiting for us tonight and had not given up. He says he never will because he knows us and loves us. He didn't even protest when a 140 lb. five year-old suddenly hurled herself across the room and took up residence on his lap right there in his chair exactly as she has wanted to do for nearly two years now. We couldn't stop her anymore. The poor man had to have been getting squashed, but he just hugged me and said that it was alright. It seems like my 'normal' would be to go home and feel embarrassed by an outburst of emotion, but I am not embarrassed. I feel better now. I feel better in a way I haven't felt for a long time. He's a nice person. It took a long time for everyone to trust the husband too, but he is nice to us and won't hurt us. I have fifteen years worth of proof now with him. Hmmm... Rambo chose both my husband AND my therapist for me. Interesting.