Saturday, from 9-2, is family day at the ED Treatment Program. We meet in permutations of small and large groups with parents alone and the whole family. Everybody looks forward to the day because the families appreciate the support, camaraderie and guidance they provide one another and the teens look forward to a break from the routine. We have breakfast, snack and lunch together, and the lunch is a treat because it's from different local restaurants each week.
Family day is also open to friends if arrangements are made in advance, and Peanut went with us yesterday. It was so wonderful for her to be able to support SB and to get a behind-the-scenes look at how recovery works.
During the after-lunch family session the new families are introduced. This was Mr. Fix-it's first time with us, so he introduced himself as well. All but the two new families were aware that MFI is only home a couple of weeks of the month.
Have I mentioned that my husband's sense of humor is both dry and slightly twisted?
His introduction began like this, "I'm SB's dad and this is my first time here . . . I've been at my other home in Salt Lake City with our sister-wife . . ."
Let me just say that the therapist had no success at all in keeping a blank face. Her thoughts passed across her face as if they were the scrawl at the bottom of the T.V. screen. "Must not pass judgement . . . oh. my. god. . . . what the hell do I say? . . ."
SB looked up from her drawing and smiled, "Dad! They don't know you well enough to know you're joking."
The relief, my friends, was palpable and followed by roaring laughter from almost everyone in the room. It was quite a moment--it's not often that a room full of parents fighting for their children's lives has occassion to belly laugh and it was much appreciated. I'm sure the therapist also appreciated not having to map out a plan for dealing with our "unique" family situation.