Quite a few years following my BF's death both my therapist and my shrink suggested that since I have no interest in meeting real people because I no longer trust that I perhaps might consider toys. Turned out to be a fine idea though at the time I thought they were both loons.
And then there was the time in 2007 when I went from extreme mania to extreme depression in a brief time and went to an ED asking to be admitted to their psych unit. My regular shrink did not admit there so I got this young female doc that looked to be fresh out of school. I mentioned her to my regular shrink a few weeks after I was discharged and he asked me if she was pretty because he was looking for a girlfriend. I said, "well I'd do her". He looked at me in surprise and said, "I didn't know you were bi". I said, "Well, doc, in the past fifteen years I guess it's just never come up" and chuckled.
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The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well. anonymous
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