A short and to the point spiral about a family of therapists.
My mom was a social worker. Her sister is a therapist in private practice. I am a therapist and work at a private practice. What does this mean? It means I had a private convo with Aunt J about my mom. What did we do? Diagnosed my mom, of course! Do I diagnose my clients? Fuck no! oops! For the past decade, my mom has fallen deeper and deeper into unreasonable-ness. She lashes out, she sounds paranoid, she can't remember things, she thinks everyone is against her. The list goes on. When I hear the things that come out of her mouth, It baffles me that she was once a social worker. I'll leave it at that. (yes she has been tested for dementia, no she doesn't have it) I'm not very close to my aunt. In fact, this evening was the first time we have ever had a one on one phone conversation, and I haven't seen her in person in seven or so years. Nevertheless, the hours swiftly passed by as we bonded over my mom. Before I could say it, she took the words out of my mouth: ...