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honey, i shrunk the .......... i'm sure the majority of us have used mental health professionals at some point in our lives. i know i have. at one stage in college, i was mandated by the college to seek help or leave and so i did. the man was a stone cold idiot. and that's the subject of this blog. finding a fit with a therapist is work. the first time i thought, well gee, maybe it's me and i just don't get this therapy thing. one of my friends who is a psychologist said the majority of people he knows who choose to be therapists did it for the free psychoanalysis. ..now that's a scary thought. then i had the whisperer...passive aggressive female. after that a silly young thing who was terrified of making mistakes. another one who never said anything of substance. int he midst of all of these less than adequate surveyors of my mind, i kept wondering if i'd just be better off seeking pastoral counseling....so i tried that but to be honest, i found it too facile. i think i have met my match at last and i'm glad i didn't give up on the possibility of finding help in this way. having someone who is there, albeit paid to be there...who has no agenda other than to assist you in your searching...who listens and feeds back in a way that makes you go deeper, well, it's a good thing. my brother once told me he lied to his therapist...now what's the point in that? but to be honest, i can sort of understand it when a therapist is not a match for you. my brother would shock the c... out of his and then leave feeling lightened.......not because he'd found any insight but because he'd ruined her day. a story if i may: about one i found and kicked to the curb. a very cold day in January and i am loathe to leave the house but i have an appointment with a therapist ....a meet and greet to see if we click. i get up, have to shovel...car door frozen.but eventually i get there. knock on the door and enter only to find this dude sound asleep at his pc......so i sneak a peek. he's on a site, similar to this one and in a chat room for cammers, explicit stuff but not anything we all haven't seen. i sidle back to the couch and loudly harrumph. he startles awake and quickly clears the screen. "so what brings you here?" "i'm having some difficulty coping with the end of my marriage." "ah" already he's lost me....i wonder if he knows that? "ah?" "well, i was hoping you would say more..." "then wouldn't it have been more productive to ask me to say more rather than make a shrink noise" "a shrink noise?" "the ah........." 'oh, i see. well, i suppose it would be, but some people don't like direct questions and the ah is open ended, allows them to feel free to say or not say....." "ah......." "what does that mean?" "not a thing.......that's my point" "point?" "point...comment......complaint...concern." "ah" okay, now it's time to just fuck with him. so i ask if he has any experience with sexual perversion and he turns a color that can not be good for anyone's health and asks what i mean. "you know, sexual kink...outside the norm...no more missionary position...." "well, i have studied all sorts of pathologies" "oh, so you believe sexuality that is not the "accepted norm" is pathological?" "no, what i mean is that pathological behavior can be played out sexually and it's important to understand that" "so, if i like being whipped and beaten, is that pathological or simply a preference?" now he goes pale....sweating. i was fired as a ........  a friend asked how it went..and i said well i'm not shrunk yet. she laughed....good...i think the pointis to grow, not shrink. ever have a therapist that needed help more than you did? ever walk out on a session? You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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8/3/2007 6:29 am |
No, I have never been to a shrink before. But I love your story!!! Take a moment to dream... Kisses  
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the gutter mind in me wants to be your therapist so I can see you laying on a couch, seriously though, if you ever have something on your mind that's perplexing you but not serious enough to seek out your therapist, you know where to find me in Hoo Ville. I'm not a therapist or a psychologist, but I am a good listener. Also, I know you have been intently following ana's blog about the Christy Freeman case. The case has taken a drastic change. I sent the text of the article about the change to ana rather than commenting myself. I feel she will provide the most intelligent and thoughtful insight. Hope she received it. talk to you soon ....... if it feels good, do it till it hurts, pirround
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one more...... yesterday, you said that you wish you could share the response to your for Mudlnthru......which is such an inappropriate handle yanno? with your mother. I'm thinking, why not do that? Go to your special alone place and read it to her and talk to her. I truly beleive she will hear you and will listen to you. Don't know whether or not you do that, just a thought. pirround
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8/3/2007 10:20 am |
I wish I could say that therapy has been a positive experirence in my life,but it hasn't ever worked out that way for me, although I tried to approach it each time with a positive attitude. My first experience was the worst. Marriage counseling many years back.At the time I allowed my wife and the counselor to basically convince me that all the problems in the marriage were all my fault. I allowed myself to be browbeaten and took it willingly, because I trusted the process. Looking back on it with the perspective of lots more water under the bridge, I should have insisted on a different professional. Since my marriage survived anyway,I'm sure the therapist would be happy to take the credit.lol. The bitch. Group therapy never gave me any insights either, except that other people had problems too,many much worse than mine. And that some people in therapy aren't very interesting to talk with. My best experience was with a guy I went to see when I decided to wean myself off recreational drugs and alcohol. He sent me to AA where I met a lot of people who were fascinating to talk with. But my counseling sessions were never all that productive. I think maybe somebody out there would be a good match for me. I would have loved to have gone to the late Fritz Perls, whose book Gestalt Therapy Verbatim should be required reading in high schools imho.
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some people don't like direct questions? . . . c'mon! ah . . . I suppose is a close cousin of the pregnant pause, that old media/interview trick. Funny story! John Lee Hooker Recommended: [blog lucyjane78]
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8/3/2007 4:07 pm |
In my adult life time a few of my Family Doctors have escaped to that wondrous mindless Profession. ? Any wonder HUGS & MORE
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LMAO (with you)...oh my, this was great...I needed to laugh...and yes, I was thrust into seeing these folks at 12 and off and on after...but I never did this WE......lol “I am not a teacher, but an awakener” Robert Frost
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8/4/2007 3:54 am |
During the stint I spent in rehab, I was passed around between the therapists/counselors like Paris Hilton in a biker bar. I was there for 4 weeks and had 4 different counselors, the first one went on vacation (why take on a client who's in for 4 weeks if you know you're going on vacation in a few days?). The rest just passed me around. One was rather combative, but I think helped me the most. I stayed sober for the first year more out of spite... which then led to acceptance... that was 17 years ago. Thanks for letting me share,  Henry
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we... I've found masturbation to be a good way to get shrunk... when I ain't got a "shrink" to fuck... with. But... then... I'm considered, by many, rather pathological. Solar... BTW: Loved the dialog. 
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That story was laugh-out-loud funny...thanks! The only time I tried therapy...well really just counseling...was when I was in college and was feeling a bit depressed. The problem was, one of the 'issues' I had was that I was unhappy with my weight...and unfortunately my 'counselor' (I think she was a psychiatric social worker or something) was more overweight than I was!  So I didn't really feel like I could talk about that issue...eventually I started feeling better of my own accord; counseling over.   
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yes my friend...and sometimes i end up feeling as if i am the testcase for their damn dissertations..lol. Too many times i end up explaining that i already know what my problem stems from..*giggles* paying for incompetance that i could most likely get elsewhere for free..... and then i get up and leave them setting there mouth agape.
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So you're a pain slut, eh? I want to be your Domme...but don't expect a lot of pain, I can sure deliver the pleasure though. 
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