Just a quick post. I have got myself into a right disaster here. My mother was 70 in September, and not having a clue what to get her, I bought her a couple of days in Edinburgh for said city’s Christmas markets. My usual terror of the phone prevented me from having the bloody sense to ring one of her friends and ask if they would be available to attend. So, with a reluctance I shouldn’t be allowed to feel, I booked myself on the flights with her.
No problem. Not my idea of an exciting few days, but whatever. If my mother enjoyed it, that was the main thing.
Moving on. Having discussed the potential group therapy with my therapist, it was agreed that I would go ahead with it. At our last individual session last week, I said to him, in relation to same, “well, I’ll see you in a fortnight then.” The fortnight in question is up on Tuesday coming when the group assembles for the first time.
I was sitting about picking my arse yesterday when I realised with horror that the Edinburgh trip is from Monday to Wednesday coming. It clashes with the first group therapy session.
My therapist had been very clear – and the confirmation letter I received about the group reiterated the point – that (presumably aside from acute illness, bereavement etc) clients are expected to attend every week. Holidays and suchlike are, ideally, to be booked around the group – and where this isn’t possible, the facilitators should be advised well in advance.
That’s bad enough, but how can I miss a first session?!
The Man’s immediate reaction was:
Ring your mother. Get one of her friends to go with her instead. Offer to pay easyJet’s ridiculous price to change the name on the booking.
Readers, I would. But it’s my mother’s 70th birthday present, and she thinks we’re going to have some wonderful bonding mother-daughter love-in time (which translated into my language means booze and food.) If I don’t go on this trip, she’ll be absolutely gutted.
If I don’t go to my first group therapy session, I might not be able to go to the rest of them. And if would be probably this time next year before another one comes up – if it does at all.
I can’t believe how completely moronic I’ve been. The Edinburgh trip just went entirely to the back of my mind since I booked it in September. I never joined the dots nor added two to two. A clash never even occurred to me, because the two things existed in different parts of my head and in my life.
The logical thing to do, perhaps, would be to ring my therapist’s office and beg them to let me miss it but attend the second one (though that’s not ideal for me personally, walking in there to a group that’s already familiarised itself with each other – but whatever). My terror of the phone and of potential confrontation is strongly preventing me doing this, however. I could email them, but the disadvantage of that is that words on a screen cannot prove a person’s sincerity and/or enthusiasm. And, much as I’m petrified of this group, I genuinely do want to go to it.