Filters: Part One – That’s Me

A few years ago, we took our son to the optometrist. Just a check up. He'd never complained about his vision. We just thought it was a good idea. He needed glasses. Badly. Looking back, I thought about the moments that we'd become frustrated with him, how he seemed to bang into things unnecessarily or … Continue reading Filters: Part One – That’s Me

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Don’t Tell Me I’m Doing Well: The Cry of the Stumbling Woman

Three sessions in and I panicked. Things were going well. Good questions were being asked, validation given, truth was being shared. But, towards the end of each consultation, my inner child would get fidgety. Eyes darting, hands wringing. Internally, I was terrified. Please don't say it. Please don't say it. Don't tell me I'm doing well. Don't … Continue reading Don’t Tell Me I’m Doing Well: The Cry of the Stumbling Woman