Tonight I had a phone session with Shrinkiepoo and my parents. And I would like to say that having these "family sessions" (I use that term liberally because they don't involve my either of my sisters) is one of the most degrading things that I have experienced in a long time. Both my parents and Shrinkiepoo treat me like a child; Shrinkiepoo asks them how they think I'm doing and my parents give their opinions of me just like a report card from grade school. (My mom gives most of the opinions because my dad never has anything to say.)
Shrinkiepoo began by saying that he wanted the session to be balanced between positive and critical. So my mom spent the first ten minutes of the session talking about all of the good things I've been doing: eating according to my meal plan, managing my mood, making social engagements. Great. Then Shrinkiepoo asked my parents to share their concerns about me potentially going back to uni, which turned into a half hour of my parents listing reasons why I shouldn't go back. My mom cited everything, including my blood calcium levels which were a little high on my last blood test (it was 10.3 instead of 10.2), and the uncertainty of my housing. I finally spoke up for myself and said that this conversation did not seem very balanced to me-- that it was way more negative than positive-- to which both Shrinkiepoo and my parents said that my opinion was not reflective of reality. Um, I beg to differ. And I don't appreciate it when people tell me that how I feel is wrong.
So I hate my parents and I think I may hate Shrinkiepoo.
Now my anxiety is high because I think that Shrinkiepoo won't let me go to uni in September. It would be cruel for him to say no after having asked me to make all of the preparations he has asked me to make over the past few weeks. He has given me hope that I will be able to go back-- I don't know what I would do if decided against it. Seriously, I would likely fall apart. He said he would decide my fate next week. Please cross your fingers for me.