Iâ€™m sitting there twirling my thumbs, a little uncomfortable â€“ I look around the office. I paste on a smile as she takes another sip from her moomin mug. The silence has stretched on for a bit now â€“ itâ€™s almost painful, I picture walking out, being free.
She looks straight at me and says in a rather loud voice â€œitâ€™s also important to understand that this isnâ€™t your faultâ€
â€œWhat isnâ€™t my fault?â€ I ask confused
â€œItâ€™s important that you donâ€™t blame yourself for this, itâ€™s not your fault that your mother has breast cancerâ€ She elaborates.
I sit up scrunching my face to register my confusion and go, â€œWhat!?
Does she really think that I believe that I somehow caused my motherâ€™s ailment?
What am I, 8? Iâ€™m not that self-centred!
I do realize that sometimes people get sick and it has nothing to do with me, itâ€™s not always about me.
She must really think Iâ€™m an idiot
I canâ€™t believe Iâ€™m giving this woman $150/session to screw with my head.