I go to the CBT appointment with N. He is quite jolly about it.
gets out his folder, "this is my wife," he announces.
She asks how things are and N says well, I am tired. he rustles his folder of papers.
she asks me - I say not good. he is very anxious, he has hit himself.
he starts to tell her what a wonderful person she is and how he admires her.
she asks if he followed thourgh with the "homework". he says "no"...she says, we are not going anywhere with this...if you dont pursue the homework, the tasks, then we will just keep repeating the same things...
she asks us both to come back next time.