Oh my freakin’ word bunnies!
I dunno how I would deal… I met this woman in the psych’s waiting room- maybe not the best place to meet people I know… Wait lemme start at the beginning.
Remember I said that Damien and I were due to go to our psych yesterday? And I know I’ve mentioned before how I adore this dude… and we see him once a month (and between if we need a referee)!
So, yesterday, Damien goes into Doc C and I’m sitting in the waiting room for him. There’s another woman sitting there. I can see she’s been crying so I assumed she was waiting for someone who was also in a session.
Now bunnies, I’m not big on grocery queue slash waiting room slash adjoining restaurant table conversation at all… I will never start up a conversation with someone out of the blue for the sake of talking- and usually if someone talks to me I’ll smile briefly to acknowledge I heard them, but I don’t encourage conversation. If I know I’m going to be queuing for a while, like for my license or something, I take a book with me, or I play cell phone games.
Well… in the waiting room yesterday, I glanced at the woman, as one does when entering a room and checking out who’s there, you know.
I sit down and pick up a magazine.
I can sorta feel her looking at me so I glance up and she smiles weakly and looks down again…
I go back to my glamour magazine.
Next thing I know she’s sitting next to me!!!
The waiting room is empty except for us two so I know there’s no real reason for her to come to me except to talk to me… I’m dying to lift my magazine to my face and pretend I didn‘t notice… she should be talking to a shrink after all- not to me… the she tells me she noticed my son had gone in with the doc. I look at her and nod. I mean, I’m not shy to tell people we see a psych. She tells me her son is also with one of the docs and asks me if we’re happy with mine… like we’re discussing a mechanic or a plumber!
I say yes, that he’s great and my son likes him (I don’t use Damien’s name though she probably heard it when Doc C called him). I realised she looked a little familiar, and then she said her son had been coming once a week for about 6 months and it hit me I’d probably seen her in the waiting room occasionally.
I told her we’d been coming for a while too, but monthly.
Then she started crying!!!
Panic stations bunnies!!! I can help my friends and my family- but strangers!!?!?! Nuh uh!!!
So I grab the box of tissues next to me and hand them to her… mumbling some lame “are you okay” type question… which I should never have done because she took this as a sign I wanted to listen and launched into a tearful, sobbing, one-sided conversation about her son!!! I was praying for the ground to open up and swallow me or her; or for Damien to come out of Doc C’s office so we can leave!
I really didn’t want to listen to this… I mean, I blog because it allows me an anonymous intimacy and it’s not face to face! And here’s woman telling me about her son!!!
I’m trying not to look like a deer in the headlights but I’m also trying not to look too encouraging…
She tells me her son is 17, and has issues… she tells me she doesn’t know what to do anymore because he has a thing for girls clothes and underwear! That he helps himself to her underwear and clothing and make up! He’s been doing it for three years but refuses to talk to her! She’s found girl’s clothing in his closet, and make-up, and assumed at first that he had a girlfriend or six… but then she started noticing the remains of lipstick or eyeliner or something if he’s been home alone for a while. According to the psych they were seeing- the fact that it’s gone on for as long as it has means its definitely not just an experimental “phase”…
This is very much a précis version of what she told me, bunnies- she was VERY specific- with me sitting there holding the tissue box and wishing I’d gone for a coffee rather than sit and wait!
Then a door to one of the doctor’s suites opened and she swallowed her tears very quickly, probably thinking her son was going to come out and catch her in tears with a complete stranger… and then she was quiet!
I hope it helped for her to talk to me… and I seriously think she should be talking to a psych herself… I mean, I didn’t- COULDN’T say anything!!!
My god bunnies… what the fork would you do??!?
What would I do??!?