Sharing DBT with Another Child
A few weeks ago my adopted daughter attended a fireside. When I asked her about the meeting, she said it was good and she liked it, but didn't say much else about the speaker or the subject. It was few days later that I came across a packet of colorful papers she had tucked away in her purse. At first, she didn't understand my excitement at what I had found. However, I had the opportunity to share with her that what she had been casually given, without a lot of explanation, was in fact something exciting, something we could talk about together. This particular daughter recently asked about looking into finding a therapist to see on a regular basis. She had heard from a few family members the difference going to counseling had helped them. Up to this point I hadn't really felt a need for them to attend therapy sessions, mainly because after all the sessions and training I had received while raising the previous two generations of children, I felt her aunt who lives wit