Well, I Blew my Therapist's Mind!

I went to my appointment with my therapist today. I've been seeing John for well over 10 years (yeah, I'm severely depressed and probably always will be, says my psychiatrist). But today was the first day that I actually wore my hajib (headscarf) out in public, except for the time I've gone to the mosque. I was sitting in the waiting room. He didn't recognize me! I was also wearing my Pakistani outfit but it has short sleeves so I had my jacket on. I forget what it's called. If I think hard enough I could come up with the words. Doesn't matter. They are comfortable--long tunic and pants. But I did tell him what I was doing. He wasn't all that thrilled; he has a lot of misconceptions about Islam, too, I think. He recommended a book (John's standard procedure) on how radical Islam is destroying Europe. I don't think I'm involved with radical Islam. I tried to explain that this has to do with my belief in One God, and my belief in the decline of values in society. He thinks it has to do with my relationship with Sabrina, but that I should stand firm and not take any shit from her about it, not "announce" it, just let her find out naturally. She'll find out when she sees me in a hajib. And I'll get grief for it. I just have to not get defensive. She's going to say I'm off on another "jag." Well, it doesn't matter who says what. It's my life.I have to do what I feel I'm being called to do. Now if I can just get to be able to wear the hajib neatly and nicely.
Time to make sure I know my Arabic numbers.