#1 - Sissy was completely flat emotionally during the session. When her therapist arrived at the house, she was in full-rage. When her therapist began talking to all three of us, Sissy's tongue came hanging out, her eyes went rolling up and that was it. She made is painfully obvious that she did.not.give.a.rat's.ass. And her therapist noted it. (Hooray for therapists that pay attention to Sissy's crap!)
#2 - after all of these months with IFI only to have Sissy return to her issues with the onset of school, her therapist is about out of ideas. She made the comment that struck a cord with The Dad and I, a comment that is still resonating in both our minds.
If Sissy is unwilling or unable to change her behavior so she can be successful in a home environment, it would be medically unethical to keep her here
In other words, perhaps it's time to acknowledge that a home setting is not the best place for Sissy.
And because that is extremely depressing and my fever is annoying, here's some happiness.
On Saturdays we try to do family things. Sometimes it's a game night, sometimes a movie, other times it's a daytime activity. Last Saturday we opted for family craft day. Much fun was had by all. Here's the proof, including the quilting progress on my most recent project.