Group Therapy

During the troubled times over the last two years, I really could have used a support group of spouses/partners of people with BPD. 20/20 hindsight, being what it is, coupled with the wide dissemination of information on BPD, I keep reading things and recognizing my life. For instance, Jenny would from time to time deny something had occurred, like her suicide attempt, where there were witnesses other than the two of us. Reading about the disorder, it is clear to me now that she likely wasn't lying, she was dissociative. A different part of her brain took over during the incident, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing for her to be able to remember.

Had I searched for books, instead of journal articles, I would have found a bestseller about BPD from the late 80's entitled, "I Hate You, Don't Leave Me. I won't buy it, as it has to have outmoded ideas, but the title describes what I was living with all the time, even before she was diagnosed with stage IV cancer.

Today, I stumbled across a support group--free-- on Zoom, on Saturdays run by a therapist and best selling author on the malady.  Sign me up.

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12:20 p.m.

Abby and I are meeting Leiney and Jared at the Stop! They won't seat us until the entire party is here. The place is NOT busy, so that's weird. At least they have two 💺 💺 seats we can chill in until the other two arrive.

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2:02 p.m.

Sitting at Target while Abby buys pants, a rather regular routine, one I will miss. I spend so much time with her, it will be a shock to my system when she leaves for college.

Lunch with Leiney and her boy was fine. He seems like he may be a cheapskate, today was the second time he didn't even offer to pay his share. I'm quite sure he makes more money than me at his Microsoft job. Also, since I didn't realize (my fault) lunch was at noon, I was in the bath until almost 11:50, when we were slated to meet at noon.


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