ABSTRACT
“It drives me crazy that Becky can’t play by herself. Here she is, 7 years old, and all she wants to do is watch TV. I find myself screaming at her half the time, ‘Can’t you do anything else besides watch TV! Get off the sofa!’ When she was little, she followed me around the house constantly. She was welded to my side. I could barely breathe without her touching me somewhere. I was constantly peeling her off of my body. Sometimes I didn’t want to be touched by anybody because I was so sick of her lying all over me. Her idea of fun was to jump on the sofa and throw the cushions around. Other times she went outside and threw the gravel in our driveway against the retaining wall. I thought that she must have had some serious learning problems because her play was so repetitive. What I found the most annoying is that she liked to climb all over me, shoving her feet on my stomach. The whole time she would be laughing, and it made me angry that she would laugh while she was hurting me.
