Hi Scott and nice to meet you toby.

A padded room would be nice. Any particular color? We have an array of colors to choose from and any one of our satellite decorators can arrange that.

Mine is blue.

Heh. sorry, I thought that was an expression lots of people were familiar with. The things I learn!

'Meant that if I kept on with the compliments, their heads would get too big. And they'd need new hats. S'a joke-type-device. In my world. But hey, if you can turn it stylish, then I say new hats for all!

And hi, Toby. Pleased to meet.

Wynne,
I totally got the reference, but since when does that stop me from making a stupid joke?

AG

I have to say even when I am in the midst of transference angst you guys crack me up. LOL

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I totally got the reference, but since when does that stop me from making a stupid joke?

Here! Here! that's allI was doing. If I'm going to wear a hat on "my big head" I want it to at least look stylish.

Incognito,
I say when the laughter stops, start throwing the dirt over me. I find I laugh the most when in pain.

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Incognito,
I say when the laughter stops, start throwing the dirt over me. I find I laugh the most when in pain.

You have odd customs, but okay. *waits for the wheezing to stop* *tosses dirt like rice* ....That better? You just seem a bit more...muddy.

ROFLH! *snort*

I can hardly breathe. What I meant Wynne, is that if I stop laughing I must be dead so you may as well start trhowing dirt on me. But I see why it didn't make it out that clearly. LOL! But thanks for throwing on a little dirt prematurly. Or are you trying to tell me something?

odd customs. LOL!

Heh. If folks can do it with hats, I can do it with dirt. I gotcha, but I play the room for laughs, as always.

We could discuss designer drugs but that is for another thread...

Well, I've been avoiding this thread because I thought it would be too hard for me read right now, and I was right. I'm still arguing in my mind that it would be possible to be friends with my son's T, if it weren't for the stupid rules. I'm sure I would do everything I could to be friends, but I don't want to risk her job, and I don't want to put her in the position of having to to make such a decision. So I don't try. I'm also afraid of rejection, but that wouldn't stop me. I'm losing her anyway right now, so what's the difference?

But I kept reading and you guys came through and made me chuckle. I could totally use a padded room but I'm not too fond of those coats that tie in the back, though, they are rather confining.

HB - I hope you don't think I'm upset that you posted. While it was difficult, it was also good for me to read. Helps quell the voice inside me that says the rules are stupid. I know they are there for very good reasons, and your example is one of those reasons. Of course that voice of mine tells me I am the exception, and things would work out fine .

I think we all hear that voice and want so badly to believe it. That is why it is so painful I guess. But the more you internalize and accept the boundaries as being good things the easier it gets. I am no where near the boundary lovefest of AG and JM but I have come to appreciate some of them most of the time. HB's story is certainly an eye-opener and a poignant example of why good T's keep good boundaries.

Thank you for sharing your some of your story with us HB.

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I am no where near the boundary lovefest of AG and JM but I have come to appreciate some of them most of the time.

Lovefest. LOL!
I can't help myself River, but when I read this I see myself jumping and rolling around in one of those inflated airwalk/moonwalk bouncy thingies(pardon the technical terms) You know how you just sink right into it and it is so soft and cushiony? Minus the dozen or so screaming, laughing children of course.It's mine, it's all mine. (hehehehehe)