Couch Time
Jul. 13th, 2013 11:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trickykittyI spent a lot of time talking with my mom today. I finally told her about going to see a psychologist a few months back* for diagnosis. She was more upset that I didn't tell her any sooner.
One thing that we giggled over is how me sitting and playing the piano 5-15+ hours every day for many years in a row never bothered her. It was when I would start talking non-stop about fractals and chaos theory that she would eventually separate from me, go back to wherever Dad was, and comment about how I can just keep going on and on and on about something that's above her head and causing her eyes to glaze over.
Mom also finally understands why I don't have any semblance of a panic response in a family emergency situation. I've always been her caretaker when it's come to things like that.
*Wow - I just noticed that was almost a year ago now.
One thing that we giggled over is how me sitting and playing the piano 5-15+ hours every day for many years in a row never bothered her. It was when I would start talking non-stop about fractals and chaos theory that she would eventually separate from me, go back to wherever Dad was, and comment about how I can just keep going on and on and on about something that's above her head and causing her eyes to glaze over.
Mom also finally understands why I don't have any semblance of a panic response in a family emergency situation. I've always been her caretaker when it's come to things like that.
*Wow - I just noticed that was almost a year ago now.
