Work is fun

First week of classes done, and at this stage it is fun.

I'm completely recovered from all the hell my department chairman put me through. I went to see his psychiatrist, whom he recommended highly, to see whether she thought I needed therapy. Secretly, I was hoping she'd take me as a patient and I'd get to talk about myself every week. However, I was out of luck. She said there's nothing wrong with me, that my boss was dumping on me (she knows intimately what he and his family are going through), and that the most appropriate response from me was anger at him for what he did. Wow. After all that vacillating between anger and prostrate guilt, it's good to be advised where to sit and to have the anger validated by an expert.

I used the hour and a half she gave me to address some other issues, such as my belief that I was molested as a child and my chosen suspect, along with a small fraction of all the various reasons and clues I have pulled together over the decades. She agreed with me and assured me that indeed I was molested and most probably by my suspect, based on the things I had told her, which she regarded as "diagnostic." Perversely, it is calming to have that validated as well. Maybe one of these days I will catalogue here all the suggestive evidence, but not tonight.

I am typing this in a motel room where I am visiting my older son who should be visiting me. He came to Arizona for a meeting, and we were supposed to be having dinner tonight with my younger son and his girlfriend. But, the visiting son is sick with stomach flu, so I brought him 7-up and microwaveable soup. He's sleeping while I use his new MacBookPro. Lovely machine.

Probably I should move on back home, but how often do I get the chance to play mom?