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Good lord, I sent my mother to the psychiatrist on 9/11. It went well. She recapped it for me until the battery on her cordless died. She sounded relieved that Dr. F didn't think she was "crazy"--just very stressed and very sad. So we'll fix that. Meds, blood work, yada yada. I'm going out to see her on Saturday with all the sibs. Time to pull together, Volga boatmen!

Also talked to D. today from work. He just wants someone to talk to him as often as possible so he doesn't have time to get mired in his own thoughts. He's starting to feel better, though--or at least, he has his better moments, which is generally preferable to being crushed relentlessly. He's worried because it's getting so close to time for him and Stewart to move to Australia, and he doesn't know what to do if he's not well by then. I thionk the stress of that uncertainty is playing back on itself. I told him he has plenty of time. A cool thing--his parents put a picture of him and Stew right on the family wall. Love conquers, if not all, enough of the time to make it worth pursuing.

Jeff and I are going to the Y! I feel so virtuous. Bye.


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Sep. 12th, 2003 01:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks Sophie!
Sep. 12th, 2003 05:22 am (UTC)
Speaking as someone whose mom relies heavily on psychiatrists, meds, and blood work, I wish you all the best. It's hard to convince people they need help, but it sounds like your mom has taken that important first step.
Sep. 12th, 2003 01:52 pm (UTC)
Yeah, and this whole episode has brought back a lot for me--we had such a reversed parent-child relationship when I was growing up, but that was me playing disapproving parent and her playing ashamed child. Now I just want to urge her to take the gift of her life and run with it.

Thanks for the good wishes!
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