My therapist asked me what my friends like about me.
I told her about my neighbour’s child, who has some learning difficulties and used to have behavioural issues too. He likes me and, for the last few years, he has spent a lot of time with me. I recounted how I met his grandma recently, and how she told me “you’ve been really good for him.”
“It’s because I accept him as he is,” I told Mandy. “I don’t judge him, I don’t ask him to be anything other than exactly who he is, and I love him no matter what.”
“Interesting,” she said. “I wonder why you can’t do that for yourself?”