We looked at some old photos with our CPN today and, in a round about way, discussed who was in them. What was glaring was that in any family picture, we are off to one side, not included, looking almost as if we accidentally wandered into the shot and were too embarrassed to leave. The rest of the family belong, we are there as an afterthought. It makes us sad to see how excluded we were, to have that knowledge reinforced. Not just the token black sheep, not just relatives who were distant, but a child who was never made to feel they belonged, and a chasm between us. We’ll take one of the pictures with us when we see our psych on Wednesday, we need to talk about how it makes us feel.