On the other hand, I get rebellious sometimes. My neuro told me that a little exercise would be good for me. That means, in my mind, that I'm only allowed to do physical activities that are unpleasant, and not things that are fun or that I want to get done. Well, forget that. Nobody's going to tell me that I'm allowed to ride an exercise bike, but I'm not allowed to clean out that closet that's been bugging me for the past year! The emtional need to do certain things is a valid need, too (though I understand that I only have the "luxury" of fulfilling this sort of need because I am not in danger, as far as I know, of precipitating a crisis that involves breathing...)

Anyway, it's hard enough sorting this all out in my own mind. Getting anyone else to understand it sure seems like a losing battle.

Abby
who spent yesterday whirlwind-cleaning the house, and is spending today slumped in a big chair, and who is Not Sorry