10/13/05
Reflect on participation in DBT TDTP:
Think about how you were feeling first intake apt.
I came with my mother, confident that these professionals could convey the severity of my illness. I feel calm like I had my speil and I just had to touch on my issues, when it was over, we talked a little and I felt better about this decision that this in such anticipation.
Easy to fall into guilt.
It’s what they do with the anger.
90 secs.
Remember the first day for groups:
I came in on my birthday but I believe I missed the entire day., so the next Monday, I remmeber the lack of cohesion in the group. So I approached the first person I saw and introduced myself to them. The role of the class was comforting and that was it. No core so I left.
4 min.
Smell of hunger - change of …
The creeping hope. It wasn’t an angelic voice of hope eternal. It was a little old man sitting on a bench, feeding the squirrels and pigeons. He appeared out of nowhere and I watched him carefully with his gruff expression. He looked scary but he just wanted to watch the birds and smile at the greedy squirrels. He as hoe is ugly and strange and annoying but he’s patient about his role. I think growing up as an adult, you love your faith in religion, organized systems of government, parents, and most devastatingly, hope. It’s like reaching for a familiar book and it’s not there anymore. But it has come back in.
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