Day Fourteen

Here I am again. Not a bad day today. Got cut off during Community Meeting by the boss of the therapists (she sure likes being in charge). I had been asked a question by one of the other therapists and before I could finish what I was going to say, the boss lady decided I had said enough and that someone else should have a chance to speak. Of course, silence descended and nobody said anything. I was angry at being silenced (and not in a polite way) and fumed for the rest of the session. It was interesting though, because I haven't been actually angry for a long time.
I had a good session with Chris discussing how my general anxiety might be a side effect of my feelings about my dad. Chris also pointed out that my fear of the world in general may well be caused by my overprotective mother. I don't know. Mom once told me that when I was small, I had done something to make her mad and as a punishment, she put me outside the door in the dark. I don't remember it at all, but is it possible that this long-ago incident might have long-range side effects lasting to this day? Could that one-time harsh punishment lead directly to the fear and anxiety that I feel now?
I saw Dr. Sargent for a brief time today. I told him my layman's theory (I'm sure he gets lots of those) about my father's indifference and my current anxiety. He decided to continue tomorrow when he could spend more time with me, so we'll see what he thinks.