April 16, 2007

I cannot even describe how little I want to go to CARP tomorrow. I forget what it stands for, but it's basically a substance abuse treatment center. I am sorry, but I have dealt with enough substance abusers in my life. Enough for two lives, maybe.

While I am there I will converse with a patient, give "therapeutic" responses, and after I leave I will write a paper detailing our conversation in verbatim, with side notes about which category of "therapeutic responses" my feeble replies fall into. If I decide I wasn't appropriately helpful, I can then detail which response I *should* have given instead. It is a giant fucking pain in the ass, and quite possibly one of the LAST things I would do in this world, given the choice.

Listen, I have all the respect in the world for people who have addictions, admit that, and seek help. But I have to admit that my viewpoint is colored by the addicts I have known who haven't.