Everything was going fine. I was surprised when she didn't say anything about my confession to my Dad yesturday that I didn't believe 5 or 6 billion people are going to die at the big A.
So, anyways, I took that to be her accepting of how I felt. I told her that it bothers me how they put some awful pictures in kids books like My Book of Bible Stories. I told her how much that affected me for a long time. She just listened and even agreed on that point...
And then...
She started asking all about the medication I'm on (I have PTSD). She wrote it down, found out who my doctor was and everything... She just went on and on about it... How much I took yesturday, how much I'm supposed to be taking. Finally, it dawned on me...
SHE THINKS I'M NUTS... She thinks the only reason I'm saying these things is because of how this medication is affecting me. So, basically, she's dismissing everything I'm saying and she's probably going back to my Dad to say the same thing...
She's probably going to try and have some sort of intervention with me...
Oh, well. I said what I had to say and dealt with this head on. They can deal with this information the way that they want to... I do feel a tremendous weight off my heart and I'm happy about that..