Our supervisor emailed me to change R.’s therapy time for yesterday and I agreed. The therapist showed up at the regular time, so I mentioned the supervisor’s email and she said she had just received a call from another parent asking their schedule. So she stood in the hall making phone calls to determine where she was supposed to be.
I was in R’s bedroom, where they have her sessions, and she pushed me out of the room. She grabbed the therapist’s bags and carried them into her room, hand led the therapist into her room and shut the door.
The therapist told me that she then independently checked her schedule and sat down at the table, ready for work.