I like K.
I really do.
But Friday, I decided that she is either
a) A sadist
b) has an incredibly off-the-wall sense of humor.
I say these things because she looked me in the eye, and actually uttered the word “group”. As in support.
Christ in a sidecar, I’d rather drive a rusty railroad spike into my left temple than attend a support group. The mere notion of it is like chalk shrieking on a blackboard in some part of my brain.
Anyhow, my assignment was to try to find out information about local groups. Local being about a 50 mile round trip drive. Where in addition to being a freakin’ group, they probably expect people to be on time, and that sort of thing. That is not at all my forte.
So I’ve looked online, and came up with nada. I will make the call that she suggested to me before our next appointment.
However, the odds of me ever agreeing to attend something like this are slim to none. I get her rationale for it. I am so disassociated, and somehow, I have to come to terms that it is me that this happened to…it’s not some thing I am all surgically removed from.
But a GROUP of all things? That is so TOTALLY foreign to who I am that I could barely keep from rolling my eyes and shaking my head when she said it.
But she’s a good girl, so I cut her some slack.