You’re Not Okay?
After three weeks without any therapy, and another two weeks to go before his “follow-up” session, I asked Shane, “How are you doing without therapy?”
This is something I actually have to ask, because OCD isn’t something that shows itself, in his case. It’s either really bothering him, or it isn’t – but with Shane, I would never know if he were bothered.
He held up his hand and shook it, making a “meh” motion.
“You’re not okay?” I asked. “Do you want me to get you another session sooner? I can do that!” I wasn’t taking any chances.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe.”
“Maybe? Okay! Well, let me know. Would you like to go next week? I could probably get you an appointment by next week.”
“Let me think about it,” Shane said.
“Okay, but let me know as soon as you decide.” I didn’t want to wait a minute if Shane needed help. That’s my job, as Mom.
Three days went by.
“Do you want me to make another therapy appointment?” I asked one day, rather out-of-the-blue.
“I’m okay,” he said.
And that was the end of that. We waited, instead, for his one-month follow-up appointment.