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So the therapist I described as 'cripplingly vanilla' isn't so crippled; I still hadn't come up with a grand plan to dodge the reality and really had no choice but to shoot from the hip. People who've had more than a bit of interaction with me know that I can be appallingly blunt and direct... I expect the asker of a question to have the maturity to at least smile and nod to my direct answer. So when the question came up, I answered directly, masking only the name of my 'new playmate'.

She surprised me by asking if said playmate filled the hole within that I'd been dodging acknowledging for over a year. o.O

Hey, look maw, there's a huge hole in the cabbit's armor. Le's chunk sum roks t'rew 'em and see wha's inner! *blinkblink* So, I badly misjudged her, and I admitted it to her and apologized. She chuckled and told me that she'd come to the clinic from Baltimore's Juvenile Services division, and had only been expressing concern (at the earlier conversation) over me intentionally putting myself at risk. Well, that's that, then.

What a strange day today is being.