On the Couch With Bill O'Reilly
Last night after our traditional family Christmas drama, daddy referred to something I had mentioned in passing--that I see a therapist. The second he asked about it, I regretted it. Actually, I thought he knew; my mom has known for months, so I assumed they had talked. No. So, he asked me about it. He asked me why I'm going to a therapist. "What are you going for ?" he asked. Two things here: If I knew why I was going to therapy, I wouldn't need to go. And also, it's none of his business why. I thought everybody in the world knew to have enough tact not to aske this question. It is right up there with age and weight. But my daddy does not mind asking questions. So, despite spending the previous hour processing Xmas drama by using tools from the past year's work, I knew I might as well give him some sort of reasonable sounding answer. He asked me specifically if it was for anger, which gives me pause because I don't put that reason high on the list despite...