Middle-One decided he was done. At the end of his rope. Had gone as far as he could go. He came to a hurdle that is too high.
Therapy (for him) is over.
He can not face the emotional darkness that is his birthmother.
Like magic, when she is discussed, he shuts down. Today AT wanted to try again to get him to talk about her and his feelings. He wouldn't. He simply said he couldn't do it.
She explained to him that this means he doesn't want to join his family and get better. He shrugged and reiterated that he couldn't.
You can take a horse to water... you can pour it on him, sprinkle him with it, even submerge him in it...but you can not make him drink.
AT and i discussed ways of keeping the refreshment of the water ever present and available. Waiting for a break in his shield or a chink in his armour. We will hope that one day he will drink.
Until then, therapy (for him) is over. He will go to session and AT will ask him if he is ready yet to work. If he says no, it's no.
We will pray for the day that he say "yes", and hope we make it to that day.