I’m in the waiting room for ECT with my father. It sums up our relationship so well. He’s on the couch across from me. The phone has had his attention since we got here. He won’t make eye contact or talk to me. It’s like he drove me here and that was sacrifice enough. I wish I could drive myself home. Last night my dad told me if I act like myself at the new place I’m living, they will kick me out. Wow. What a self esteem booster. 


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