We had our regular session. I didn't keep my mouth shut, but that ended up being a good thing.
I very calmly said that I feel like this is a waste of time, because Grasshopper is grinning all up in the therapist's face one moment, then having a shouting match with me in the next. "Why do you think that is," said Mr. Therapy.
"I think he is embarrassed. I think he's shy...uncomfortable," I said, looking over at Grasshopper. The therapist asks Grasshopper what he thinks about what I have said.
"I dunno," he mumbles. "Maybe she's right."
The therapist nodded his head, like this was fascinating. "Ant, have you ever talked to Grasshopper about these feelings that you have?" I blinked. The quick, sarcastic comment was on the tip of my tongue because, really, what the heck else had I been talking about the last couple months?
Before I could reply, Grasshopper said, "You know, she probably has told me. Actually, I'm sure she did; she doesn't have a problem saying what she thinks."
Mr. Therapy was confused. "If Ant has expressed these emotions to you in the past, then why..." He trailed off.
Grasshopper grinned. He said, "I just don't think about those things."
"I'm sorry; I don't understand," sputtered Mr. Therapy. Poor thing.
Grasshopper, having regained his footing, grinned some more and stretched. Yawning, he said, "I don't like unpleasant things. If what she said made me unhappy, which it probably did, I just blocked it out of my mind. I just forget about it, then I'm happy again."
The room was quiet. I wanted to jump up, pump my fist and yell, "YESSSSSSSS!!!!" Mr. Therapy looked devastated, like when you think you are going to duck out early on a Friday afternoon, but then your boss comes to you at 4:30pm with something "urgent" that you need to do right then and there. Damn, I could see him thinking. He realized now that he was going to have to earn that copay.
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