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It's only fair if a patient has to work their own stuff out and feel all the pain, we should get a ten per cent rebate.

I near collapsed in the chair and told him I felt like triple shyte, to which he replied, "Good oh that means your bloods boiling."

I ran a few of the things I had posted by him, and got the nod. He started to sing a few lines from The Impossible Dream. I took it for a while only because he has a very good baritone voice.

Hypno was the same; destroying what was left of my threat, and feeling myself present in the chair. I sat there for a while twirling my hair as I did when I was a kid, and asked him if he had any toys. Nah, you will have to BYO. It was the only time we laughed during the whole session.


I began to feel like the three words, fearful, gutless and a major loser. Why Sir? He says you tell me, and left me hanging there.

A few minutes later I told him my family treated me that way, but I can see now that they were the fearful, gutless and major losers. Ma was afraid of losing her power over us. Da was afraid of losing his dependence on his wife, and my sibs were afraid of losing their dependence on Ma. None of them had the guts to 'see' and feel their own anger. They failed as a family, and that spells major losers to me Sir!

I left him hand feeding Blondie, the wild Kookaburra.

I waited for more rage on the drive home. It took its time, and was only about twenty per cent compared to the last unload. I felt it only in my viscera, and it lasted for twenty minutes. The teary eye feeling lingers on.


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