So, I got through today at school. Me, being me, I managed to rip a hole in my dress while I was in the bathroom. I tore open a nice hole right in the right boob area. In addition, I had on a flesh colored bra, which showed nicely through the hole. I looked quite scandalous. Luckily, the kids aren't back yet so I just kept the camera shoulder height and up. A colleague helped me escape from the building with my dignity fairly in tact. I sewed the dress back together pretty well and it looks okay. You can somewhat see where I stitched it up but it's pretty subtle, that dress is very comfortable, and practically brand new. Yeah, I'll still be wearing it.
I had my T's group tonight. It was about self-love. One of the things discussed was about how you cannot love others if you don't love yourself. I wholly disagree with this statement. I love lots of people but I don't really love myself. I let that one go though.
I have decided to stick with my current treatment. I can recognize that I have been making progress and perhaps I shouldn't mess with something that is working. Maybe I could make better progress with more frequent sessions but I could also wind up working with someone I don't click with. I know part of the therapy for me is learning how to bond and working on my attachment issues. I do generally see my T once per week, even if it is in group. Yes, he loses track of things that he really shouldn't be losing track of but perhaps learning how to stick with someone who isn't perfect but that I do think means well is good for me. Also, as the pandemic lifts (at least for awhile), he may lose some patients and be in a better, more focused mental state himself. I need to give this time. If I stop making progress, I may need to revisit this idea. Maybe I need to learn more patience with myself.