Sorting Myself Out
May 23, 2003
I received a letter from my brother. At one point he wrote: ‘You’re right (you usually are).’ This surprised me. Respect from my brother. He has never disrespected me as
I received a letter from my brother. At one point he wrote: ‘You’re right (you usually are).’ This surprised me. Respect from my brother. He has never disrespected me as
Calvin called yesterday to inform me of today’s meeting with the new social worker. I asked him about his work. He is not following procedures regarding the meeting with his
As we waited for the other men to arrive for today’s group, Dev and I chatted, while Simran sat isolated, withdrawn and quiet. In the group, I talked about where
Prepared the food with Calvin for this evening’s group. He is frustratingly slow. I told him to speed up and showed him how to do it. Simran arrived and had
I chatted to Simran this morning as we tidied up. We talked about the new location of the pond pipe. He could not work out where the pipe ended and,
In this morning’s supervision session, Simran was low and miserable and Ishwar was asleep; not with it at all. Upon hearing that Simran’s son’s guinea pig has died, Karaj dictated
At 08:45 I began tidying the house. Dev arrived at 09:00, Ishwar at 09:30 and Priya at 09:50. At 10:00 we had an hour’s supervision. Karaj pointed out that we
This letter was written to update my close friend, Francis, on how my life was proceeding. By the end, it had become a summary of where I was at that
I snapped at Karaj because nothing I do is right. He told me I am in the storming phase and that this is where he has always told me I
I woke up questioning my own commitment and support in not meeting up with Simran last night. In doing this I am looking to make myself wrong. So, make myself