Therapy Recap 11/30/10

So apparently I am an idiot. I can’t believe how stupid I am. Well, that is how I feel right now.

I got to t and J asked how my holiday was. I told him that I called in sick, and he asked where I supposed to go and if everyone stayed home, or just me. I told him it was just me, I didn’t feel like going. I said, “We don’t have time to talk about this though.” He replied, “Why? What do you want to talk about?” I felt like a balloon with the air sucked out of me. I said, “The email? The one that you said would take a few visits to cover? And I also thought of something from last week.”

I told him about how whenever I talk about something emotional he makes a joke. I asked him if he knows he does that, and he says he does. He tries to lighten things up sometimes. I asked him why and he said, “Like an ice breaker.” I asked him why the ice needs to be broken, if I am bringing up a sensitive topic. He says he does it to make the other person more comfortable. I asked him why he needed to make the other person more comfortable, if they are talking about uncomfortable feelings isn’t it ok for them to feel uncomfortable? Is there something wrong with that? He said, “I don’t think I said that.” He said me meant that he wants to make the other person more comfortable in talking about their feelings. He did say that it doesn’t work for some people, and he is glad I am telling him.

That led to a discussion of not saying things as they happen in therapy. I told him I feel like I’m not really “here” when I am in my session. And I also don’t like to disagree with authority figures, and I don’t like conflict. He asked what it is like for me – after my session do I go over the whole thing in my head saying “Why did he say that, why didn’t I say that, what does that mean, etc” and I said yes that is exactly what I do. We talked about the authority figures issue for a while, and he talked about the tailor and I said I wouldn’t tell the tailor what to do, since he is the expert on tailoring. If I didn’t like what he did I would take it to another tailor and try to get what I want rather than tell the first tailor that I think he is wrong and I would prefer what I want.

I kept looking behind me at his clock, because twice in the last month that clock (the one he watches) has stopped. He asked me why I keep looking at that clock (there is one behind him that I watch normally) and I told him because it has stopped a couple of times and there is a pattern in our sessions and the times it stopped he didn’t follow the pattern and now I’m feeling disconcerted about the whole thing. He moved the clock from behind him (the one that works) to a place where we could both watch it, and that helped. He asked me what the pattern is in our sessions as I see it and I told him what I thought the pattern is.

Then I said we can’t talk about this anymore we have to get to the email. He said, “What didn’t we cover in the email last week?” He went to the files and was digging around for the email, but I had written some notes on a card just in case. I took the card out of my coat pocket, and then I remember I had put two rocks in there. I have a big jar of smooth river rocks and I had taken two of them to therapy today. I asked J if he would like a rock and he took one. I read him my list of what we hadn’t covered last week from the email from the week before. I specifically asked him about the papers. Why he said he would read them, why he then told me he would prefer to read them when I came in for my next session, and why didn’t he even mention it? He got discombobulated. He eventually said that he thought he would be directing the session too much. I said, well you emailed me that you will read them when I come in next time and you didn’t. He said I didn’t respond to the email, so he wasn’t sure if he should. I said, “Why didn’t you ask then?” Of course, this didn’t get resolved either. His exact words from the email were, “I didn’t read the new slips and I think I will just wait until you are here to do so.”

I guess my problem is that I take people too literally. If they say they are going to do something I think that they will. How ridiculous of me! What the hell is wrong with me? I should never assume that people will do what they will say. It’s all my fault for believing them and trusting them! What an idiot.

So then I went over the other things we didn’t cover from the email – the voice mail, doing battle with my husband and mother, and how J talks about his family. He said “The voice mail? Is there anything to say about that?” And he said we talk about my husband and my mother often, and he touched on the issue about talking his family last week, at the end of the session. He said, “We touched on all of those issues last week, at least on the surface.” I said, “Why does it always have to be on the surface? I am only here for 45 minutes, and I do most of the processing during the week, on my own. I came up with all of these feelings and insights and I wrote them to you – that is the surface. I thought that we could then discuss the issues here.” His actual response to my email said, “You touched on a lot of subjects in your email and I don’t think any email reply from me could do them justice. I suggest that I print out your email and we make an effort to cover those topics in our sessions (it may take a few weeks and we may get sidetracked but I think there is real value in talking about it). Of course, you can say “no” and we could handle it some other way.”

I reiterated to him that he had said it could take a few sessions to go over everything. I said I made a commitment to myself not to bring up anything new until the old stuff is resolved. That was a mistake – that took him down a tangent for the rest of the session. How therapy isn’t linear like that. How sure, we could set aside a whole month to talk about a particular subject, but what happens when other things come up in my life? I asked how anyone ever finishes therapy if nothing is ever resolved. He gave me a metaphor of a dirty house. You can clean one room, do the surface dusting and vacuuming, and then get into the really deep cleaning – turning mattresses, doing the closet. Then you move on to the next room and do the same, but while you are doing the deep cleaning in the next room the first room starts to get all dusty again. Cleaning a house is never finished. I said, “So when do people end therapy? When they get fed up they just quit?” He said some do, but he doesn’t recommend that. I asked how they know when they are done. He said, some people have specific issues and when those are solved (like teeth clenching) they are done. Some, like substance abusers, find that if they stop using, and they are leading a healthy lifestyle, will finish at that point. Some like to go deeper. He asked what I wanted out of therapy. I told him that I wanted good relationships, I want to like myself, and I want better self esteem. He said those are amorphous and could take a long time.

I shut down at this point. He asked what I was thinking, what I thought about what we talked about today. I said I was disappointed in myself for not getting everything from my list talked about, but maybe I put too much ont he list. I remember asking why we had to work on surface things, those are just symptoms of the larger issues. Why can’t we work on the larger issues? He said the smaller things are reflective of the larger problems and by discussing the smaller things it leads to awareness and insight about the larger things. He said, “You came in here and mentioned your Thanksgiving. I thought that would have been a perfect thing to talk about today.” I should have talked about Thanksgiving. He said if we had talked about Thanksgiving he bets all of these other issues would have come up during the discussion. Well, if they had, why not just start with them and forget the Thanksgiving part?

Oh, so I guess what I came in with to talk about wasn’t the right thing. I said, “Lots of things went on this week. I had an issue with my boss and his family, I had to take my mother to the hospital, and Thanksgiving. But I don’t want to bring up anything new, I want to have the other stuff resolved.” He said people mostly come in and talk about what is going on in their lives and how their week is. I never do that. I don’t want him to know that much about my personal life frankly. I don’t like it.

Then he mentioned our “relationship.” Ugh. I wanted to say, “We don’t have a relationship” but the words wouldn’t come out. He said in the house metaphor our relationship would be the kitchen, and that room needs to be cleaned out occasionally too. I said, “The kitchen?” He said that is where most of the activity happens, and where the trash is (I think he said that.) He said we do frequently talk about what is going on with us. I think he thinks I talk about it too much. I should spend more time talking about my day to day life I guess.

He asked if it would help if I sent him an email before each session saying what I want to cover. I said I did that with the email two weeks ago and it didn’t help at all. He ended by saying that he would welcome an email from me before the next session telling him what I want to talk about, but I don’t have to send it if I don’t want to.

Which is good, because I don’t have anything to talk about now. I’m feeling totally shut down and defeated. I tried to get him to discuss the things I wrote to him in my email. I really dug deep and found feelings and shared them with him. And he doesn’t have anything to say in response I guess. He said he covered it last week, at least on the surface, and I guess that is enough for him.

He asked me if I would like my rock back and I said he could keep it. He said, “I’ll hold on to it. It will still be yours, but I’ll keep it here.”

I don’t understand anything. I’m not feeling any emotion, I’m just shut down. Defeated. Doomed to be in therapy for the rest of my life because my house won’t stay clean.


Sitting in the Hospital

We’ve been here since 7:30am. It is now almost 5:00pm. The procedure took all of 20 minutes, the rest was waiting. Everything went fine, and there is nothing wrong with my mother’s heart. We are just waiting for her femoral artery to heal, which takes 6 or 7 hours. I’m starting to go a little stir crazy. At least she isn’t talking to me, she’s just sleeping mostly. She’s happy that she can go on her trip to Aruba on Saturday.

I love the hospital that we are in. It is a Jewish hospital. It’s the first place I’ve been all week that isn’t playing non-stop Christmas music and isn’t full of gaudy Christmas decorations. Christmas is very nice, but first of all isn’t it about the Baby Jesus being born, and second of all, not everyone celebrates it. So maybe it should stop being shoved down our throats, ok?

Pdoc rescheduled my appointment for Wednesday, which I am so happy about. Tomorrow is therapy. I guess we’ll continue our conversation from last week. I made a decision – I am not moving on to any new subjects until the last one is resolved. So there.


Conversation With My Mother

Sitting at the kitchen table with her, her friend and me.

Mother: The doctor scheduled me for a heart catheterization at 8:00am on Monday. But I don’t know.

Friend: You don’t know what?

Mother: It’s so early, who will take me there?

Me: I can take you there.

Mother: No, it’s too early for you (I live an hour away from her).

Me: So? I’ll sleep over Sunday night.

Mother: Really? Well, what about work?

Me: I won’t go to work.

Mother: Oh, that’s ok?

Me: Yes, I can take a day off.

Mother: Well, ok.

No wonder I am the way I am. Notice the passive/aggressive way she got me to offer to take her (by the way, I have no problem taking her and I would take her whether she asked me outright or did her little passive/aggressive thing). She could never come right out and ask for help. And neither can I. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. However if it was me needing a procedure, I would prefer to miss the whole thing rather than try to get someone to take me. Or I would take a cab. I still haven’t done the endoscopy my doctor wanted me to have back in the summer!


April Fools? But It’s November

Wow I really fooled you guys! I’m pretty good, aren’t I? You really thought I had a fantastic, wonderful day yesterday – all alone, all day, on the second familiest day of the year (the first being Christmas I would think). Yep, spending the whole day without talking to anyone (well, my aunt called and we talked for 20 minutes), without being with anyone (well, there were 5,000 other people running the race, so I guess I wasn’t alone all day), just lying in bed watching stupid movies, reading, drinking, napping.

Yeah, that’s what every kid dreams of when they picture their perfect Thanksgiving, don’t they? Not anything like spending the day with people they love and who love them, laughing and talking and having meaningful relationships with friends and family, relaxing, joking, reminiscing, making plans for the future…..Nope, who would want that?

Yep, you must be a bunch of suckers, or maybe I’m in the wrong profession and I should really be a lawyer! Ha ha!!!

Now where did I put that razor blade?


Feeling More Energized

I slept until 8:15am today. That is unheard of. I discovered the secret cocktail for a good night’s sleep – wine + klonopin + Nyquil. Aah. Works like a charm!

Today we are going to my mother’s house to celebrate Hanukkah. My sister and her family will be there. I haven’t seen her in months, and haven’t spoken to her since September. Could be awkward.

But we have to leave mom’s at 3PM to go to a hockey game. I didn’t even know until last night that I was going (it would have been nice for my husband to mention it. My son said he asked my husband if I knew I was going, and he claimed I did, but no one ever told me.) Apparently my husband’s whole family is going, we’re sitting in brother in law’s box. I am not a hockey fan, my husband, my kids, and his whole family are fanatics, but if we sit in the box it’s not bad. I can bring a book or some knitting. It might be weird to be with them all after I no-showed yesterday.

I really did need yesterday off, even though I could have pushed myself to go. But I knew all of my energy was drained out of me due to therapy Tuesday, and all of the Thanksgiving shopping I did for my boss on Tuesday and Wednesday. The crowds, the traffic, it was overwhelming. I needed to regroup, and today I feel like I can face both my family and my husband’s family. And I got to miss all of the overeating.

I hope my mother can get in the touch with her doctors today to schedule her heart procedure. It might be Monday or Tuesday, which means I might have to miss pdoc and therapy, or both. Usually I don’t mind, but I have so much to go over that I hate to miss them. That is a first for me!


Thankful For That!

Woke up to a gray, cold, rainy day. Did I really want to run this 10K? I’ve never bailed on a race, but I was tempted. But I went. It seems like people run races with other people. During the race I saw many people running alone, but before and after the race it appeared that no one was standing around or wandering alone like I was. I ran the race and went home. Luckily the rain stopped before we started running. Thankful for that!

When I got home my family had already left for the Thanksgiving festivities at my sister in law’s house. Thankful for that!

I downloaded a new book to my kindle, a book that someone in my writing class recommended. It’s about the MBTI; she mentioned at the first class that she is interested in this personality theory, and I am also. I emailed her a couple of days ago to chat more about this and to find out what her personality type is (she is ENTJ by the way). I’m happy that I met her and that she shares an interest with me. Thankful for that!

Then I took a nap. Thankful for that!

I texted my son and told him that I am not feeling well and will not be joining them at sister in law’s house. Love the fact that I can communicate by text and not have to talk to anyone. Thankful for that!

I got a text message from a good friend wishing me a happy thanksgiving. Thankful for that!

I got a totally unexpected email from my boss’s housekeeper, who I now consider one of my best friends, especially since I see her more than any other person in my life right now. It was a lovely email saying how thankful she is that I am in her life and wishing me peace and my heart’s desire. It made me cry, what a great email. Thankful for that!

I just ate some of the smoked turkey I ordered from Greenberg’s Turkeys. It is good. Thankful for the poor little turkey who gave his life for my meal.

My aunt called to wish me a happy thanksgiving and we chatted for a while. Thankful for that!

I am catching up on my Tivo’d programs, including In Treatment, which is a little funky this season. But I’m thankful for that!

Drinking some nice red zinfandel. Thankful for that!

I didn’t think I really had anything to be thankful for, but I do. And that is nice.


A Day In The Life

Yesterday after therapy I had the urge to call my mother. I rarely call her, I wait for her to call me, but I had read on my sister’s facebook that my sister was going to her husband’s family for Thanksgiving, and I had thought she was having Thanksgiving at her house and that my mom would be there. So I was wondering where my mother would be going. I called her on her cell phone, and she sounded very short and brusque. She said that she was very busy playing mah jongg and that she would call me back in the evening. OK, whatever. I felt like she brushed me off, but she had no idea why I was calling and I didn’t say.

Later in the afternoon I saw my sister’s name pop up on the caller id, and I ignored her because we are not speaking. But she hasn’t called me since September, so I thought it was weird.

A little while later my mother called me back and said she was in the hospital. She was playing mah jongg and had pains in her chest and her jaw and her friends called an ambulance. The hospital was doing tests, and hadn’t found anything wrong, but wanted to keep her overnight. I told her that I had the same thing a few months ago, that I hadn’t told her because I didn’t want to worry her and because it turned out to be nothing, maybe just esophageal spasms, and that is probably what she has too, because she has reflux like I do.

Today she said that she was going to have a stress test and she would call me after it was over. I spent the day doing things for my boss, on the busiest grocery shopping day of the year! I had to pick up all the Thanksgiving items for his dinner, and go to the liquor store, and go to the Chinese embassy (twice) to get his son’s visa. And his whole family had gotten here this morning, so there were nine people coming and going in the house, and I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. I was stuck in traffic around 4PM coming home from the embassy, and I was thinking about therapy and what I would say to J next week, and feeling really miserable about Thanksgiving, and starting to get sad and crying, and being jealous of my boss’s really nice family who all loved each other and loved to be together and spend time together as often as possible.

When I got back to his house, everyone was there, and I was shaking and starting to have a panic attack. So I hid in my boss’s office and took a klonopin and tried to breathe. I worked on my boss’s computer for a while, and his mother peeked her head in to the office and said, “When are you leaving?” I thought she meant “Why are you still here? This is our family Thanksgiving and you shouldn’t be here.” I replied, “I’m trying to leave asap, I just have a few more things to do.” I needed to do some work in the upstairs office, but boss’s brother was working in there and he said he would be done soon. So I went and hid back in the boss’s office with the door shut.

Then my mother called and said the doctors found something wrong with her. She has some kind of blockage in her heart and needs to have an angioplasty. They told her to schedule it asap and not to do anything strenuous. She would be able to go home though. She was planning on going to her friend’s house for Thanksgiving tomorrow, because her friend’s son is rich and she wants to see his house. (Weird that she would rather do that than be with my sister, I don’t really get that.) So I started researching this on google and wondering if maybe I have this too, since I had the same symptoms. Maybe my doctors just missed it. But she said she is having pain every day, and I only have it once a month or so, or even less than that, so I decided her problem is different than mine.

Boss’s sister (who is very nice and I like very much) asked me to help her with something, and I told her I think I’m in the way there. That everyone is family and then there is me, and she said that is ridiculous, they all like me and want me to be there. I said, “Your mother asked me when I was leaving.” She said that her mother didn’t mean it like that at all, that the reason she was asking me was because she DIDN’T want me to leave, because she knew sister needed me to help her, and if I was leaving soon she would tell sister that. So sister told mother what I said and mother said, “I can’t believe you would think I would want you to leave!” Then I felt bad that I made her feel bad and I said I was sorry, that I know she is such a nice person, but I felt out of place with the whole family there. And then we hugged. Boss’s family is so nice.

When I left boss gave me a really big, long, tight hug and thanked me so much for helping with Thanksgiving. It felt nice. Earlier in the day he came up behind me and rubbed my back and asked, “How is superwoman doing?” (That’s me being competent again!) I was so glad to be able to plan, and shop, and make sure everything was taken care of. I kind of wish I could be there for the cooking and the dinner, not as an out of place guest, but as part of a family like that. (You see, I may be competent and able to get things done, but my relationships suck and I’ll be spending Thanksgiving alone because I don’t want to be with anyone in my family!)

And later I talked to my mom, and she is feeling ok about the heart thing. They tell her it is very treatable, and she will be fine. She is very “take control”, “in charge”, “don’t show anyone how you really feel”, “everything is FINE.” Yep, that is my mother. She is 74 and she’ll never change. We are going to her place on Friday to celebrate Hanukkah, and she is still planning on having us despite being in the hospital today. She has a trip planned to Aruba next week, and is still hoping to go.

I’m going to bed early, I have a race in the morning, and it is supposed to be cold and rainy and I don’t like that, but I guess I’ll be out running at 8:30am. Then I’m going to call in sick for Thanksgiving.


Therapy Recap 11/23/10

Therapy didn’t go as I had hoped or planned today. At first I thought it was a waste, but as usual I came up with some insights after I left. I wonder how people do therapy “in real time” and I admire those of you who can. I have the back and forth for 45 minutes, then I leave and everything becomes clear to me, I discover answers to all of the things that I said, “I don’t know” to, and I have to wait a week to go over them.

So first when I got there J told me that after our discussion last week about the body scanners and pat downs at the airport, which was the first he had heard of this, about an hour after I left the story “exploded” on the news and internet. He said he thought it was so weird, that it went from nothing (in his worldview) to all over the place in an hour. I told him that it had been developing for quite some time now, that frequent fliers have been very aware of these changes, but most people hadn’t. And the new pat downs began October 31st, so it is just hitting the news. He couldn’t believe the coincidence that it only took an hour from the time he saw me until the time it was on the news. Perhaps he just wasn’t conscious of all of the stories out there until I mentioned it because it didn’t affect him?

So he did have my email printed out. And we talked about part of it. We started with the papers and why I took them back. I explained again just what I said in the email. That I gave them to him in a moment of courage, and I felt relief knowing he had read them, but then he said he hadn’t read them, and I was disappointed, and then the courage left and I had to take them back. He tried to get me to explain more about this. We talked about whether these things on the papers are things that I should talk about, and if they will just come up naturally in the course of therapy (which they won’t). I told him about how hard it is to talk about these things, and even how hard it is to come in to my sessions after I reveal my feelings like I did last week with this big email. He wanted to know why it is hard. I thought that was a stupid question. I told him that I feel vulnerable after I open up like that. But that I am paying for therapy and I force myself to do it. He asked if paying for it makes it easier, easier than opening up with someone like my husband or a friend. I guess it does, he is less invested than someone who has a relationship with me.

He asked me how I felt seeing him holding my email, holding my words. I told him that I didn’t feel anything, that I never feel anything in therapy. Before my session I feel anxious, and after my session all of the feelings come out. He wanted to know if I am like that with other relationships in my life, if I shut down the feelings. I told him that it only happens in therapy, not in other relationships. He asked why that is and I told him because, as we have discussed before, he is intimidating. He made a joke. Then he said that perhaps the whole therapy thing is intimidating, and it’s not just him. But that is not true. I told him that I feel emotion when I am with my psychiatrist. He said maybe because it is a shorter session and less frequent. I said it is actually a longer session, but yes, less frequent. He asked me about “bird lady” (Parrot T) and I said that I was emotional with her. He asked what the problem is here then, and I said I honestly don’t know, and I would like to know.

But when I left I had an insight about this. I don’t want to put the blame on J, but I think he might be partially at fault for this. Whenever I get really close to an emotion, or talking about something that will lead to an emotion, he makes a joke. I wish I could point this out to him in the moment, but I never realize it when it is happening. It happened today. I said “You are intimidating” which could have led to a deep discussion about what I am intimidated about. But instead he made a joke. To me, that shows he is putting up a wall when I get to an emotion, he is deflecting. That results in me shutting down and also results in me being hesitant to show emotion in the future. This is not a rare occurrence, and I wonder why he does this.

I told him that I was worried about telling him my feelings in that email, and he said those are perfectly “normal” things to discuss in therapy, and actually are very appropriate for emotional discourse with other people as well. I find that hard to believe! I would never talk about things like that with regular people. I told him that I thought he would find me critical, but he said I was just sharing my feelings and that is appropriate in therapy. I said, yes, that is how I justified telling you these things, and he said I don’t need to justify them.

He asked what I liked about our session last week, since I told him I thought it was a good session, and I said I thought it was a good talk about my mother. He asked me about my father and how I thought my father valued me for who I was rather than what I did. I told him that I didn’t think he understood that, and he thought I meant the part about my father. I clarified to say that I don’t think he understands the difference between being valued for what one does versus what one is. I didn’t understand his answer, but he said something about people first noticing what people do and then getting deeper into understanding them and seeing who they are. He did say that in society today, even with babies, they are praised for doing things like taking a poop in the toilet. He asked if I knew anyone who just valued themselves for themselves rather than what they do, and I said I don’t think so. I said I don’t if anyone in our society can do that, and it’s too bad. There is too much emphasis on performance and not enough on character.

I really wanted J to explain why he said he would read my papers last week when I got there, and then why he didn’t even mention them. But he didn’t explain and I didn’t ask. I do want to ask him, but I’m sure he’ll just give me some lame excuse. We didn’t get into any other part of the email. The clock behind my head stopped again, and I saw we were running late. I turned around and saw it was lagging behind and told him about it. I really don’t like being in charge of the time, so I hope he can fix this.

Next week I’ll talk to him about my insight into why I don’t feel emotion in the room with him. I cried with parrot T and I cry with my psychiatrist, but I feel nothing when I am with him. He asked me if I like being unemotional and I said yes I do, but I don’t know if it’s the best thing for me. I like to be in control of my emotions, but I don’t feel like I am working through any of the issues with him. I don’t want to do it all on my own, what is the point of being with him then?

I see my psychiatrist on Monday and I am so looking forward to it. I felt so good when I left her last time, maybe she can help me process some of this stuff I am dealing with in therapy. It’s great to have a sounding board for therapy issues.

I wish we had gotten into more of the things I brought up in the email, and I wish J had explained more of what he was thinking and feeling. I doubt he will ever get back to this email. That is my feeling based on past experience – we talk about it once and then it is forgotten. That is why I have so many little slips of paper of unresolved issues.

When I left he said he hopes I have a good Thanksgiving. Doubtful! Does he really think I’ll have a good Thanksgiving, knowing the situation I have with my family and my relationships with people at the current moment?


Why I Hate Thanksgiving

I don’t believe I’ve ever written about this. And hate is one of the themes for the next writing class reunion, so maybe this will lead to a story.

When my husband and I got married we started a new tradition – having everyone at our house for Thanksgiving dinner. His parents, my parents, my aunt, uncle and their children, my sister, and when she got married her husband, my grandmothers (they were still alive then), my husband’s sister and her husband, and their kids when they had them, my husband’s sister’s husband’s parents (that’s confusing!). My husband also has a brother, and he and his wife and kids never came to our Thanksgiving. Sister in law’s parents are divorced and she felt like she had to go to too many people’s houses on Thanksgiving, so they avoided the situation altogether by driving to another state to spend Thanksgiving with extended family. That made sense at the time.

We did Thanksgiving this way from 1988 until about six years ago or so. My husband’s brother and his wife bought a beach house. One day the sister-in-law called me and said that she and her husband wanted to have Thanksgiving at the beach house. I didn’t know what to say. She asked me if my mother, sister and aunt were planning on coming for Thanksgiving that year because she had enough room at the house for my mother, but not the rest of my family. I told her that I wasn’t sure if they were planning on coming yet.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t want to give up my Thanksgiving tradition. It was the only holiday that I had at my house and the only one where both my family and my husband’s family spent the day together. We are Jewish and keep Kosher, but my husband’s parents wouldn’t eat at my house on Jewish holidays because they said I didn’t “keep kosher good enough.” But they would come for Thanksgiving.

Finally I decided that I would still have Thanksgiving and everyone could decide where they wanted to go. This didn’t go over so well. Everyone wanted me to just say, “OK, we’ll have Thanksgiving at the beach and I won’t spend the holiday with my family, but I’ll be happy.” I didn’t do that though. It turned into a huge fight. My sister in law and I had a tremendous blow up over the phone and by email. In the end, neither of us did Thanksgiving that year. They went to the beach by themselves. My husband’s sister did Thanksgiving at her house and we went there.

Ever since then, sister in law has had Thanksgiving at her house. Not the beach house, because it turned out that once the kids got to college they didn’t want to go to the beach for Thanksgiving. All of their friends were home, and they wanted to stay in town. But no one ever wanted to come to my house again.

So now my husband and I alternate years. One year we go to sister in law’s house, and the next we have Thanksgiving at my house with my family coming over. I have a very small family though, and my kids would rather spend the day with my husband’s family, they have lots of kids and they are more of the same age.

This year it was my turn to have Thanksgiving and my mother, sister and her husband and kids were going to come. My aunt doesn’t come anymore, because she has a place in Florida now and goes there every year. My sister and I haven’t spoke since our fight on Rosh Hashanah back in September, so I didn’t really want to spend Thanksgiving with her. I asked my mother and sister if they would care to come for Thanksgiving dinner on Wednesday night, and then we could spend the day with my husband’s family on Thursday. But my sister said she is working Wednesday, so they can’t come for dinner. (Huh? She works 9 to 5, not nights).

Thanksgiving used to be my favorite holiday. I loved having both families at my house and cooking and entertaining everyone. Now I’m just bitter about the whole thing. My husband’s family loves going to sister in law’s house – she starts Thanksgiving day with a big breakfast and everyone hangs out cooking all day. She has a mini mansion with lots of large screen tvs and a pool table and hot tub on the deck. Who can compete with that?

Last year I ran a 10K on Thanksgiving morning so I could at least have an excuse to miss the breakfast part of the celebration. Then I went over in the afternoon, and it actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Sometimes sister in law has tantrums when the whole family is there, and she storms out of the house. That’s awkward. She’s a control freak. I’m not even allowed to bring anything.

This year I’m running the 10K again. Then maybe I’ll fake illness and stay home.

I actually planned my boss’s Thanksgiving. His family is coming here, and I’ve worked on the menu, planned who is making each item, and I’m doing all of the food ordering and shopping this week. It makes me feel like I’m doing something for Thanksgiving, even though I won’t be at his Thanksgiving.

I hate Thanksgiving.


Writing Class Reunion

I haven’t been feeling well. Wednesday I had a migraine all day, and for the past few days I’ve been waking up with a sore throat. This morning my stomach was bothering me. I’ve been tired too. I’ve been taking Cold-eze and today I got some vitamin c and Nyquil. I haven’t come down with anything, but it’s festering.

So Wednesday night was the writing class reunion. There were two other people there from my class, and the rest were people from previous classes. The average age was probably 70. To my left was a woman who is 84. She recently took a bad fall and was in ICU and rehab and a nursing home for a few weeks, but now is back at home. Very nice, very frail. Her story was handwritten and she doesn’t have an email address. She wrote about her parent’s reaction to her sudden wedding (which took place around 1945). She later told me that her husband died in 1979, he was about 50 years old. She has seven children. I drove her home (no one else volunteered, even though most everyone there knew her). I’m not too keen on old people, I’m a children person myself. I think most people, if they had to pick the young ones or the old ones, would choose one over the other. My sister loves old people, I love young people. This woman was making me a little nervous getting into and out of my car, but she was pretty good at it. She learned the techniques in occupational therapy.

Next was a woman a little older than me who wrote about a humanitarian trip she took to Burma, or Bangladesh, or someplace like that. But the story wasn’t really about her trip (which I wanted to hear more about) it was about how she accidently sent an email to a whole group of her contacts instead of just one person.

Beside her was a woman about my mother’s age, married to the man sitting to my right. This was the second marriage for both of them. She wrote about the camping trips she took with her kids in the 1970’s.

On the couch were the two people from my class. One wrote about her mother, who if she was alive today would be in her late 90’s. She was ahead of her time, she lived in Denmark and went to college to become a chemical engineer. It was a fascinating story, about how she juggled her roles as a professional with her role as a traditional mother. The other woman from my class, who is married to a minister and who spent time in Africa doing missionary work with her husband and children, wrote about trying to find her purpose now that her children are a little bit older and she has more freedom. I related to her story quite a bit.

Then there was Kyle. As soon as he walked in I was intrigued by him. He has white hair, but it is long and shaggy. A pierced ear with a dangly turquoise earring. His style of dress reminded me of a writer like Kurt Vonnegut or John Irving (not that I really know how they dress, but I imagine them dressing like this). He was older than he looks, he said early 70’s. He looked so progressive, but then he said he is an Episcopalian minister. Episcopalians mean business, don’t they? When he arrived people were asking about his friend. His friend, a pediatrician, was riding his bike and got hit by a truck. He is now in the shock trauma unit at the hospital. Kyle said he is doing well because he can breathe and talk. I said, “That is good?” Apparently that is better than he was a few weeks ago, when he couldn’t breathe or talk. He has substantial injuries.

Kyle wrote a story that I thought would be about first love. He was 16 in the story and taking a girl out. They were driving and he looked away from the wheel to kiss the girl. He got into an accident which left another man paralyzed from the waist down permanently. It was a powerful story.

Next was a woman who wrote about trying to get something fixed, I can’t even remember what it was, and the frustration she had talking to the “robot” at the customer service department. Then the man married to the camping woman, who wrote about how during his first marriage to an Irish woman (he is Jewish) he would bring in green bagels to work every St. Patrick’s Day.

I read my story about running in the Army 10 Miler. I thought it went well. After each person reads, we discuss their story a bit. I talked about the race a little more in the discussion and how patriotic it was. Mr. Green Bagels said, “I didn’t get that impression from your story. You didn’t write about that at all.” Yes, Mr. Green Bagels, you are correct, I did not write about that. The story was actually about my struggle with the race and myself, I just happened to elaborate a bit more on the race in the discussion. Other people talked about people they knew, relatives, children, friends, who have run marathons, and the intensity they have experienced. Kyle commented that he liked my coach’s advice, “Run the mile you’re in.” He agreed with me that is good advice for life.

I was anxious before class, so I stopped at a restaurant at the mall and had two glasses of wine. Then there was wine at class – since it was in the teacher’s apartment rather than the writing center wine is allowed, which was fine with me. I don’t think I realized how much I drank though. I didn’t feel too well Thursday morning. I woke up craving soda. That hasn’t happened in a long time, since New Year’s Day I think. I had a whole can of Dr. Pepper.

I had sent my flying story to my flying therapist and she emailed me yesterday telling me that she loved the story and wants to put it on her website. Wow! She says she also thinks it will be helpful for her new clients to read it. That made me feel good. She was taking a trial flight with two clients yesterday and was anxious to see how security was since I had told her about the bodyscanners and pat downs. My daughter flew home Friday night and at her concourse there were just the regular metal detectors and no pat downs that she saw. That was a relief! She goes back in a week, and I know there are bodyscanners at our airport, because I had to go through one in August. I’m trying not to dwell on that right now though. It’s going to be such a busy travel day next Sunday that I’m sure the security people will have so much to do, there won’t be time to send too many people through the bodyscanners. Metal detectors are much quicker.