Crying, that is. I had a good talk with S yesterday. I cried during it. It was not even a very hard cry, and I ended up physically wiped out. It's annoying.
I also did some reading and thinking about the SS situation. The best thing for me to do is to not take things so personally and to continue to work on my own triggers.
A good friend cautioned me recently not to diagnose or analyze too much in my personal relationships. I agree with this to a degree, but what I find in diagnosing and using my professional skills to analyze and think about things is compassion for that person and a framework for understanding what's happening.
So last night, I spent time reading and thinking about what I think is happening with SS and how our own stories can be somewhat similar. It was helpful and it no longer feels "blech."
Okey dokey, then.
In brighter news, I just called my dad to let him know there is going to be a delivery to them tomorrow and he told me that mom was getting a delivery at work today! That's very cool.