Refreshing honesty?

I was in an outpatient programme for 3 months and a natural part of this process was family therapy. Needless to say, my family was not exactly chomping at the bit to participate. My sisters arrived drunk and my mother in her true cluster B style had a black cloud over her head and blamed everyone else for any problems. The head shrink who lead this process came to me the next day in the tea room, sat me down and patted me on the knee. He looked me in the eye and said something both highly unprofessional and very kind: "*******, if I were you, I wouldn't get my hopes up about my mother".

I knodded in a sage-like mannar.

-- Anonymous