nice moments
I was scared to go to rehab, due to having to talk to the group member who overwhelmed me yesterday. She called in sick. Now i'm also scared, i'm responsible for it.
During relaxation exercise, i took a time out like the trainer advised me to do, if the sensation of feeling my body becomes too much; and it did after about 20 minutes. She congratulated me.
Before the exercise we were asked to share a good moment, and only thing i could think about in that moment, was the time before i realised, that «I» am trapped in this body, rather than inhabiting it. Two minutes later, the moment of Kirby's birth entered my mind, how relieved i was, that it's finally done, and Wife and Child are ok.
Single therapy was good. It was pointed out, that i could accept a kind word as something that fits the situation for that person—what a sneaky way to get people to accept compliments. My therapist said, i'm making a progress, but also correctly deducted, that i'm unsure about the direction. But there is still some time left, and he referred me to other places i can get help from after rehab, and perhaps do another round of rehab in the future.
A member of the group that is very dear to me has her last day tomorrow. I'm in mourning.
Kirby posed the Fondjoy Superman figure—which is better than i thought, but for that price the paints used are probably made of cancer—in a boxing stance, and i was impressed how natural it looked.