Dating my therapist
And since 2012, when I gave up a stable, tenured teaching career for the wildly inconsistent life of a freelance writer, I’ve had great difficulty trusting my own instincts and capabilities. ” She gently explained she could tell the day I walked into her office for the first time, after I flashed a bright smile and casually asked where she was from.
I told Lori that I wish I was better at dealing with life’s daily struggles instead of constantly wondering if I’ll be able to wade through the thick. Now, a week after dropping that bomb, Lori asks, “So, why haven’t we talked about it?
” I cackle, beginning to feel as though I’ve moseyed onto the set of a porno. I’m a little unsure about this whole technique, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
So I go home, incredibly turned on and completely unashamed.
In treatment I came to realize that all people have contradictions to their personalities.
There’s the insanely smart guy who can’t remotely begin to navigate a common social situation, the charitable girl who devotes all her time to helping strangers, but won’t confront issues in her own personal relationships.
When I had turned him supine, he asked if I could massage his stomach.We all throw verbal darts around as though we’re engaged in a massive, drunken tournament at a bar, but the most poisonous ones seem to hit me the most often, admittedly somewhat a consequence of my own sensitivity.I’ve been told it was historically all part of an effort to toughen me up, but instead I was filled with towering doubts about my own worth.-“My worst horror story was a guy who came in for massage.I can totally deal with a little bit of BO, but this guy – holy sh*t – the entire clinic reeked of BO! I was almost gagging on the smell.” – purple_bee (via reddit) -“I was fuming the other day because I massaged a guy who legit had a chunk of sh*t in his crack.