I don't know if this is my fault... I don't hear 9/10 of the conversations (hell, until recently, I read with my nose pressed to the page until I got exhausted by having to read as close as I was)...and not only am I undergoing sensory overload (O hai, I'm the child of yours who reacted so badly to her MMR shot that I now have health issues. He's the healthy one.)
1)Is it appropriate to charge $200/hr to be family psychiatrist?
2)Do you understand that when my face goes red, this is generally my body's way of saying "Ok, no more... blood pressure rising... discuss something else!"
3)Why was I tossed around among a series of octogenarian babysitters? (Great job, I'm a 29 year old elderly person!) and was I home during the 80's and 90's?
4)I was in speech therapy after I had rubella, scarlet fever and the reactions to my MMR...sometime around the time when I could be trusted with one of those Tupperware sippy cup thing a ma bobbers. It freaking hurts. Because it's um, a natural behavior I had to learn in an inorganic manner. So why, knowing I get either frustrated, or give up and go mute, do you insist on speaking for me? If I say, for example "I can't eat this right now," it's generally not "I don't like it." it's that surprise, surprise, my appetite changes. Why did you deal with Early Intervention, the Montessori Program, and the school district, for OT, PT and ST, pay for gymnastics, to help me achieve muscle tone, and decide, "I'm going to speak FOR her." Let me, for God's sake, learn to freaking communicate! My Pavlovian reaction is of course, to go silent. Then you ask me what's wrong (I hate when people do this, I have no clue why, except that I can never come up with an answer... "Oh, I'm worried about politics in the My Little Pony universe...you?") and tell me I was staring into space.
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