((((MUFF))))
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I liked the kind of person he was. He was the nicest one I ever met, until I could connect with others like him, both male and female.
You are lucky Muff. He sound like a great guy. I hope that will happen to me too, that I will be able to connect with others like him.
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He was an all positive mother, father, sister and brother to me, and my best friend. His acceptance of me helped me to accept myself, and others like us.
Yes, mine too.
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It wasn’t an easy, or fast process, but it was a necessary one to find my place, here within.
Wish it was easier and faster.
(((((MIA)))))
So nice to see you. I actually told my T a little story at the beginning of the last session about the US President Lyndon B. Johnson. President Johnson was quite quirky and held meetings with other heads of state as well as with his own secretary in the bathroom while he was going to the bathroom. I thought, wow, what a level playing field that would be. Imagine therapy while going to the bathroom.
I thought my T would enjoy a good joke but he looked a little taken off guard, like he wasn't quite sure how to take that. LOL!!!
I hope you are right that transference = pain = movement.
I did the unthinkable today and I didn't mean to. It just happened.
When I was talking to him on the phone, at the end of our conversation I told him I hated him. I immediately felt bad about saying that, so I said, I don't really meant that. And he said, I know. And then I said, it's opposite day.
You see, I've never told him that I love him and I was only planning on telling him (although he knows and I know he knows) on that last day when I walk out of his office for good.
It certainly wasn't in the plan that I tell him that. So, when I got off the phone with him, I immediately started to panic that it would push him away. That he'd get scared.
And then I asked myself, what is the big deal? There should be more love in the world. We should all be able to love freely without being afraid that people will get scared.
After that, I realized that I haven't loved that many people in my life. Not like this. My Dad. A couple of others.
And then I remembered that in my FOO, no one every said they loved anyone else. It was too embarrassing to go there. As if there was shame in loving.
Or it hurt too much.
The only time I told my Dad I loved him was right before he died. I knew he was dying and I really wanted him to know that I loved him. I worried that if I told him that I loved him, he'd think that I thought he was dying. But I had to say it anyway. I couldn't let him go without telling him that I loved him. So I did. And he said it back, although a bit strained, but he wasn't feeling too good at the time.
So, then I thought, you know, I really need to learn to love more people and to give love more freely. And it only seems fitting and right that it starts right there in therapy.
My kids are so different. They tell me and each other that they love them every day. My oldest won't go to bed without telling me she loves me and I say it back. She keeps repeating, "love you" until I respond. I don't know why it was such a hard thing to say in my FOO.
So, for right now, I've calmed myself down about what I effectively told my T today. That is, until I have to walk in there on Monday.
Liese