I'm not referring to the clinical diagnosis but to a generic self-love. I can see that those of you on PC have some serious emotional wounds from which you need help in healing. And I applaud you for working hard towards that healing. But for me, I'm seeing that my new-found attraction to therapy is simply and only an elitist exercise in self-indulgence.

Where else can I show how much I love myself except with T. Only there can I, in reality, make love to myself. Only there can I talk about myself non-stop. Only there can I think only about myself. Only there can I hang on my every word and thought. Only there can I believe how important and precious I am. Only there can I accept my own self-accolades.

Sure, I can moan and groan about my lacks and faults. But, dang, they're MY lacks and faults. Oh, what pleasure to examine them in detail and to explore their possibilities. And what about my childhood? Oh the most important childhood ever - because it leads to ME.

Have I suffered in my life? Oh, sure - but hasn't everybody? In therapy I can so very feel sorry for myself. Oh, I can plumb the depths of my own self-manufactured sorrow. I can enjoy the perverse enjoyment of being a Being in pain.

Do I love therapy? Wouldn't give it up for nothing!!

Please please don't think this tirade reflects on any of you. I have read your true tales of misery and my story is not yours.