like a book
Kirby's school got a social worker, who has an office, with office hours and everything. Seems like a good idea, and i told Kirby to use the opportunity to talk with her about things that bother him, and he doesn't know how to tell us. Would have helped me in school, just say things out loud instead of internalising them.
He and the Wife went to a newly opened library, forgot about the time, and came home way late for everything. Despite that, we took time to read a book and have Kirby read our minds.
My body is still dancing to its own tune, and i'm freaking out about it. I could go see a doctor, who won't do more than prescribe something that knocks me out, which might be fine for my surroundings, yet won't solve my problems.