Edith Ann | 04/04/2008 3:15 pm
Life in the Little Lane: Edith Ann on Having a Tantrum

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My Feelings Doctor, Dr. Lopez, never tries to stop me when I have one of my temper tantrums. She doesn’t shoot me critical looks to shut me up. Which is one good thing — since half the time it is those critical looks that get me worked up in the first place. Whatever I do, I can scream, cry or sometimes I will just clam up like a clam. She accepts it. I think she even expects it.
I can tell her the worst things about myself — things I cannot even mention here, but she is never shocked — not so far, at least. Not to my face, anyway.
She acts like she knows what I am doing and why. And it is OK. I think her plan is this: to just let me be myself until I get so fed up with being this way that, at some point, I will snap out of it and begin to change.
I can tell her the worst things about myself — things I cannot even mention here, but she is never shocked — not so far, at least. Not to my face, anyway.
She acts like she knows what I am doing and why. And it is OK. I think her plan is this: to just let me be myself until I get so fed up with being this way that, at some point, I will snap out of it and begin to change.























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