Walking into therapy used to be something I looked forward to each day. Lately, it seems like I am not getting much out of it because I've been coming for a while now, and that stuff is beginning to be repetitive… Sitting in a small room and working on paperwork is enough to drive me insane… Sometimes, I really hate how different I am… When I am forced to spend several hours on one task with the expectation that I won't get distracted, it frustrates me… Anyway, I really wish the person who was making the decision for my disability…