So you know what sucks about being a professional?
You can't fight back.
Not to prove that you were rarely late for sessions.
Not to prove that you weren't out to decrease services for a child, only trying to make the constant in and out of therapy manageable for the parents.
Not to show that using the term "attachment parenting" wasn't an insult; it seemed a reasonable conclusion with a four-year old and two-year old share your bedroom, decision to let children move at their own pace. Even if I was wrong, isn't that a discussion, not a complaint?
Not to say that use of the iPhone timer is more used with the intent of not moving in, checking the time over and over instead of trying to escape your home, especially since I was never in your home less than 30 minutes.
I know I need to get over this. And I'm well on my way. . . the relief of not being put in a home without back-up from parents & a non-compliant child is winning over anger hands-down. The challenge is substantial when lies are told, just a shade off the truth--enough to be plausible.
"You always need the last word," my mom says. Dammit if she isn't right.