Pick me! PICK ME! OOH! OOOH! *waves hands wildly* I wanna be adopted, too!
There's a reason why my wife's 5 and 6pm sessions fill first.The part I don't get is how in the hell people have time for it. I tried going to a therapist once. When I found out it would require one hour a week during work hours I just gave up on it. That's unrealistic to expect anyone to do that.
Yup, I'm glad it's helping man. I think those of us that don't get some kind of help turn to way darker things to deal with what comes in the job. Usually it's a member's family that suffers, if they stick around.That was... surprisingly more help than I thought.
Nothing hugely insightful, nothing that I haven't already told myself a couple times, but the way he framed it helped me to put some stuff in a new perspective, and that's going to give me a direction.
Damned shame that I needed someone to do it FOR me, but I'll take it.