Vent away. Four months ago I believed that I didn't care if I ever had sex again. For 2 years Dan would bring it up in session and I would get angry at him or make a snide joke or just roll my eyes and change the subject. I hated sex, I hated talking about sex and I hated the fact that he kept pointing out this part of my mental landscape that I dispised so much. It was over this topic that I had my most difficult bouts of paranoia. I was convince that Dan was in league with my husband with the sole purpose of making me have sex. We got into a little tiff over that. He finally backed off when I told him I thought he was in league with the devil. Hmmm, shortly after that Dr. R changed my meds. Interesting. LOL. I wonder if he knew that I was joking. Since then he will just mentioned it at the end of each session just to remind me that it is something we need to discuss when I was ready. Sigh. He is a persistant little snot.
Zen

<font color=green>You live, you learn. You love, you learn. You cry, you learn. You lose, you learn. You bleed, you learn. You scream, you learn.--Alanis Morissette