IMPERFECT
I went to my shrink today
The bus was VERY early-
like an entire hour
but she really is worth it
My love/hate relationship with
the bus continues
A whole hour?
Lucky I was just sitting here
The bus I usually take
has more people-
more of a local
I was not ready
My theory about therapy is simple
If you don’t “click”
with the therapist
very early on;
you are most probably wasting
your time and money
Honesty is ; to me;
the key
IF you don’t trust
your therapist;
get another one
you cannot make progress
if you’re keeping things
bottled up inside
I feel like I can say anything
to her
She does not stand in judgement
of me
I like that there is conversation
She feels free to advise me
and we agree on most things
I’m handicapped
but I was raised to be normal
I was not allowed to wallow
in self pity
my Mom had no tolerance
for stupidity
especially from me
I always felt like
I had to do better
more was expected of me
My parents; primarily my Mom
wanted to teach me
things I SHOULD have
not been able to do-
PYSICALLY
One very determined woman
sat with me each day
until I learned;
to hem a dress
and finally, YES;
to make a dress
I would gladly wear
Was I REALLY different
Inn reality- YES-
but still
my Mom
allowed no self pity
and looking back
I feel no anger
Graditude
I can never pay her back
She made me cross that line
would walk ALL my life
She expected me to dp
MORE than I should have been able to do
She would have made a GREAT PT
but that was not her fate
I was the last
after me
she just was too scared
She had done nothing wrong
To have a child as imperfect
as I – had to be a bitter pill
for one as able as her
I was a constant reminder
of things gone wrong
which by that period of time
seemed to be the destiny
of her life
She had lost so much
yet she went on
and did not complain
She couldn’t -
she never felt
anyone listened
Ma – I’m
listening NOW
