I’ve just come from the room with the comfy couch. I don’t know why therapists’ couches are always so, but they are. At least the few that I have come into contact with.
From the waiting room, I can hear YaYa in the hallway with his therapist playing what sounds like a game of hockey. They hit around a few minutes before heading into the same game-filled room that I’d been in just minutes before. I suppose, for kids, the couch does not have the same soothing effect. It is the games that loosen them up and make the words come forth.
When it is all said and done, YaYa will return to me with a big smile and a few good stories of what fun he had with his doctor. And I, as usual, will attempt to ascertain at least the topics of discussion during his session. I will glean very little information about the session. I will however, be reassured by the appointment care that, to my 10 year old boy, these appointments are necessary and well worth my time in the waiting room.