Well, I took another day off work yesterday to get younger difficult child started with yet another counselor. Older difficult child will see him in a week and a half so that means another day off work and another 150 miles as this time, because of scheduling, he will see him at his office instead of a difficult child's home town. This is at least the 8th or 9th counselor we've had. They've all been perfectly lovely people and probably good at what they do but I have a feeling that trying to counsel somebody who doesn't want to change is like trying to put out a forest fire with a teacup. The counseling is court ordered; it is paid for by, first, my insurance and then, state funding, so it's not hurting me to have them go and I'm willing to try anything but somehow I feel that it is just another exercise in futility. Younger difficult child has big problems and knows it but has no desire to change; older difficult child thinks he is perfect as he is so also has no desire to change. Sometimes I think the only counseling they would understand would be done by a two by four (just kidding).