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If you know anything about web blogs (AKA blogs), you know that there is a journal by the author and then an opportunity to post your own comments.  In that respect, QuiltTherapy.com is not a blog.  Your comments, opinions and assistance are important ... but, negativity is not (see below).   Therefore, we offer you the chance to post a comment or question ... but, those posts are screened before they appear on QuiltTherapy.com. 

My father died of a brain aneurysm when I was 11 and my mother abandoned myself and my siblings two months later.  I was sent to live in a series of foster homes, finally ending up with an aunt & uncle when I turned 15.

Enter the therapists <insert that elephant marching music from The Jungle Book>!

Have you ever been to a therapist?  It's been many years since I've required the services of a counselor - in fact, since before I started quilting - but, my verbalizations were not met with life-altering decisions or with answers.  My counselors basically showed me the way to make my own decisions.  They weren't judgmental, they weren't decisive ... they offered positive reinforcement to the good things I said and grunts to the not-so-good things.  In the end, they helped me find myself as an individual, as a member of a family and as a soon-to-be productive member of society.

Therapists do not say ugly things!  At least none that I ever visited with.

As time evolved, quilting became my therapy.  As I was cutting up material and putting it back together, I realized that life was the same.  There were pieces and I had to put them together - if I did it right, I made something lovely ... if I didn't do it right, the results were disastrous. 

Why pay a therapist when you can quilt?

I hope you enjoy what QuiltTherapy.com has to offer - who knows, perhaps quilting will become your therapy, too!

If you have comments or questions, feel free to email me at qt (at) quilttherapy.com. 

 

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