(This entry was written today April 27, 2020).
So I was talking with my step mom tonight. She stated that even at the age of eight, one of my counselors knew that my father was my everything, that he was always there for me and that my mother wasn't really and only did fun things with me on the weekends. I never knew that. I always thought that my counseling was for my behavior. That shook my core. Like I only remember the counselors keeping record of how angry I was on certain days, and what hand I would punch someone with.I remember one of my sessions where I was put in a room with a couch and this counselor that was an old man. There was stuffed animals on this couch. I would talk to them, and when I would get mad at them I would scream at them and throw them at a wall. I was getting all of this treatment when I didn't need it.
I have always been fine. My mother on the other hand has never thought so.
