Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Hope springs eternal

Well, I was thinking that I was going to post about DH's therapy today. First, he said the therapist helped him sign up with this organization that finds jobs for mentally ill people. I had thought about suggesting that, but I didn't want to offend him, and I didn't know if he was "bad enough" to get involved with something like that, but apparently he is. So my initial take on therapy today was that it gave DH some employment hope.

My second "take" on the therapy (based on DH's description, as I wasn't there), was that DH was upset. He said the therapist was asking him all kinds of questions (for about a half hour!) about me, and that if it was anyone else besides his therapist, he'd think that they wanted to "get to know me better". I think he was puzzled (as am I) and a little upset by this. Also, he apparently discussed the possibility of going to jail for the bad checks with the therapist, and the therapist apparently told him that "it might do him good to sit in jail for a few days" and he was offended by that, too. So on second thought, I didn't think therapy went all that well.

But then tonite, DH seemed more clear-headed and motivated than he had in a long long time. He made an effort to do some laundry, and, he even folded it all!!! (Since this all started, he has been really good at taking clothes out of the dryer and leaving them sit, and that's a pet peeve of mine).

I really enjoyed talking with him tonite. I wish I could be assured that his mind would still be this clear tomorrow, but I know that the odds of that are slim. But a girl can hope, right?