This week has been relatively good, aside from the half-truths.

Wednesday was psychiatry appointment, and it went well. T even said so.

Saturday (tomorrow) M and I (and actually his teacher and another family in the neighborhood) march in the city’s gay pride parade. It’s my first. It goes against everything I’ve ever said/believed/wanted, but M asked me, so I’m doing it.

And now, since his friends (in the other family) were marching, too, he’s decided to march. With them.

My college has a booth, and I’ll see them there.

So glad this week is over.

And remind me to tell you about the research study M is in.