I had a group of really older guys in my head commenting to each other about me, often about how I was going to die. They didn't threaten me, they just talked like it was a known fact, obvious, etc. Anyway, I would avoid them, get my hair cut and other things to disguise myself so they'd leave me alone but eventually I got around to telling my T a couple times and she replied, "Tell them I don't believe they exist."

Well, my T was a tiny, oriental woman and imagining a group of guys getting angry at what she said (but her not being concerned) amused the heck out of me; I knew she'd "beat" them and there was nothing they could do to her but the whole size juxtaposition thing blew them out of the water, they never bothered me again.

Too, one day I realized that I believed, like Chicken Little, that the sky was falling but my T never ever acted that way, she was always calm, pleasant, and "comfortable" and I finally took that to its limit and thought, "Is the world coming to an end or is my T crazy?" You have to take your thoughts to their logical end and see what you come up with.

Why doesn't your T and everyone else see, feel, and hear the noise and crowds, etc.? Imagine if they did? I have a good sense of humor, imagine you were quietly sitting and talking to your T and they materilized and how surprised she'd look and how vindicated you'd feel. Laugh at yourself! It isn't going to happen? I got a lot of comfort from the "sanity" of my T, how "normal" she was and comfortable with herself and used her as a model, worked to become more like her (not to become her, just to work toward the quietness I experienced coming from her that I knew was really real).