Today, being another one of my weekly sessions with the Charity that declutters homes of hoarders was a very hard day indeed. It had become a one on one job but this time 2 ladies where here & I felt under alot of pressure to get rid of things I wasn't quite ready for, an old shoe (useful with it's missing pair for using inside the house), packets of sweeteners, vitamin tablets, etc etc, felt very much like a battle of wills & that a falling out could of been on the brink, but i wasn't pushed too fat most of the time. I was left in a position where if I could I felt like I would ask for these sessions to stop. Unfortunately I can't do that because this all ties in with getting my children back so I have to just grin & bare it. If I don't do this I don't get my children back. I see a psychologist who works in partnership with the charity, so perhaps if I raise my concerns about being out of control, or having my control removed from me then maybe he will have a word with them about listening to me more & not imposing what they think is right on me.
Yesterday my self esteem was very high after seeing my psychiatrist & being told that she thought I was intelligent etc, while today now i felt like I was being treated like a child, being told what to do with things. It wasn't all like that, some things were no brainers & went, but when I came across things i wanted to keep that's when the battle ensued
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