| Written by Diana, on 15-07-2002 21:43 |
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July 15, 2002 (8:43pm)
the facilitator today asked me about wearing long sleeves all the time. i guess because there were only four of us and i was being little miss chatty pants. she didn't want to "offend" me but i told her to go ahehad and ask. i just shrugged and said because i have scars on my arms. she apologized, though i'm not sure why. of all the things she could have asked me, that was about the least offending. when i processed, we somehow ended up talking about my father and how he "moved out" when I was 13 or so. moved out is a bit of an exaggeration but she said it still effected me. i guess all my efforts at getting his attention may be proof it effected me. she also wasn't thrilled with the fact that he only jokes about my illness, it's not something he's ever taken seriously. i think everyone's running around like chickens with their heads cut off after my little anxiety attack last week. it's not like i don't have them on a regular basis. it's just that they don't see them significant enough to warrent a frenzy over. last week's was borderline but i feel better after telling someone. it seems to subside a lot faster when i'm not alone in it.
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