In my day, we never had…” The ‘…’ can be filled in by many different things: ipods, ipads, itouches, i…don’t even knows!
It meant missing out on recess snacks, the inevitable sandwich tradeoffs during lunch and most depressing of all, missing out on any goodies during parties that may have taken place during the month.
You know you’ve said it. Out loud. And in front of your children. It is more than just one word however, and these obscenities hide in our conversations every day, affecting the way our children grow up, think, and feel about themselves.
My first therapy session was in a cold unfriendly office, and my therapist only looked up at me momentarily before proceeding to scribble away her observations on her notepad.The idea of conventional treatment had me running for the hills.