On Monday afternoons, I take Professor Wilson to hypnotherapy.
I booked sessions for the little monkster because he overthinks everything. Right now, his favourite subjects are babies and a secure home.
He has hair-brained ideas about what’s best for me – so I decided the gift of relaxation was the best thing for him.
After five sessions, I know it’s working. The hypnotherapy chills him out. His little monkey brain stops whizzing. He forgets his worries. He goofs around afterwards.
As for me, the hypnotherapy makes me love him a bit more. He only worries because he wants to protect me.