by Sean - 11 September 2010
"How could you do this to me?" is a question I was once asked by a partner of mine, in relation to BIID. She was upset about my having BIID, and my seeking out surgery an alternative.
How Could You Do This To Me? continues »
by Sophie - 9 March 2010
My suspicions were more or less correct! My Dad does understand that this is a problem that isn’t going to just go away with will power and that I’m going to have to make my own decisions in life with how to deal with it (and live with the consequences as he put it).
It’s Sunk In! continues »
by Sophie - 13 August 2009
I didn’t sleep very well last night…the mere fact that I stayed in bed til 11 am highlighted that. I had an appointment today with my psychologist and my parents were coming with me. Yay. My parents basically wanted to hear from a professional everything I’d told them and thankfuly he was honest with them.
A Recap Of Today continues »
by Sophie - 4 June 2009
My mother managed to open that proverbial can of worms tonight and boy did it all come out. It was the situation that I didn’t want to happen but it did. Mum started talking about how she was glad that I wasn’t using “that wheelchair” any more and how friends at a recent church camp, she’d gone to, ruined her holiday with a mention of me using my wheelchair when I attended their church. Things progressed on. Mum kept asking questions, something snapped in my mind. I was tired of lying to her, tired of giving the wrong impression.
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by Chloe - 31 May 2009
Don’t worry, I’m not going to use the f-word. I’m also not going to describe much about the hike. You already know what I do: bushwhacking, snowfields, glissading, limping, freezing, cussing at myself, etc. No, this is about psychotherapy; not the formal kind; the kind that happens on this website.
Third Hike continues »