Conclusion of the previous journal....

Well, my parents met up with my counselor....And when she heard my parents had believed that the reason she had called them was because they'd thought she was going to conclude that I was irreversibly insane and must be locked away in an asylum, her immediate reaction was: "What? They actually said that?? No, your daughter's not crazy! She simply has OCD!" ¬¬ Hah. As I've told you, Mother and Father, -she only wanted to talk to you about obsessive-compulsive disorder-.

Yet, even after hearing that from her, they still thought OCD was something that was going to involve an asylum because they could not wrap their minds around my counselor's explanation for OCD....
"I believe your daughter may have OCD, and--"
"Oh-See-Dee....?"
"Yes, OCD stands for 'obsessive-compulsive disorder', and it's actually quite a common condition that--"
"What is it?"
"It's typically when a person is plagued by unwanted intrusions of thoughts known as obsessions, and they feel the need to complete these tasks, these rituals, known as compulsions, in order to relieve the stress of obsess--"
"So what's wrong with our daughter?"
"...."
(Even when they've chastised me for apparently being 'rude' and 'cold', they can't stand to listen to my counselor without interrupting.... ¬¬ )

So my counselor tries to inform them for the 10 to 15 minutes that remained before first period and suggested they allow me to talk to the school therapist while they searched for an outside psychologist (or, at least, find a way to get me medication). Fortunately, this most likely means I -won't- be receiving medication because my parents have no idea how (or be talking to a psychologist outside of school, either). As for the school therapist....It's been about two weeks, and I haven't been summoned to see him yet, so I'm not sure if the therapy idea's going to be pulled out, though I'm not so concerned for that.

Regardless, my parents still do not understand OCD, but they pretend they do as they leave, and I decide to stay back in the counselor's office for another hour and a half (which meant I missed first period and half of second) to talk to her about my situation at home with my parents.

....Her conclusion (after hearing about my parents' fairly sexist tendencies, their stress-inducing, and the stunt that happened because of them in eighth grade, etc.) was....I -must- move away from my parents as soon as high school's over.
"So you must be excited about college coming up so you can move out, huh?"
"Well, yes....but my parents have been insisting on this idea that I attend a college close by so that I could remain with them in the house...."
"Oh dear, no, you -must- move away from them."
Even my counselor agrees....

I honestly do not mind my counselor. As a matter of fact, I'm so much more tolerable of her than my parents. I understand that she's only trying to suggest to my parents that I get help before I end up falling academically. I don't really mind the idea of a therapist either. It's simply my parents. - -'

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Back at home, that night, during dinner, my father has the gall to try to ingrain in me this idea of lying to the therapist if he were to ask me about them. >>
"If the therapist asks about us, don't say anything."
"Hn."
"If he asks you something like "Oh, are your parents fighting?", tell him 'no', okay?"
"Hn."
"Don't cause us anymore trouble, understand?"
"Yes. >> (As if I'll lie to the therapist about this....)"

But, regardless, as mentioned earlier, the school therapist has not called me in yet....

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I've been feeling so much more content now. Slightly ragged from so much busy work (such a devoted AP English teacher I have, giving us an essay assignment [due right at the next day] right in the middle of a disaster drill; isn't he wonderful? [Well, half-sarcasm; he's not such a bad teacher - simply gives out too much work.), trying to keep up with the 'college strategy' of high school, and spending as little time as I can away from my parents (I now basically seek refuge at a friend's house until around 6:45 almost every day....). The only other thing I need to keep an eye on are my classes....

End of the first half of the semester now....Hm....I need to catch up further in my classes.... '¬¬

Oh well....

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Additional Note:
I hope you have/had a wonderful birthday, Passion.