youz gyz, thank you so much. this is soooo "progressive" for me and her. sait till you hear this: we are able to say, "uh oh, that was too much for me"..... and slow down. Like her OCD makes it hard for her to cook and keep things clean enough while it's happening... type trip. But, she wants to work on i and cooking for me gives her incentive, we get to talk about
our stuff in situ in the momet...... AND deal kindlly with each other about it..........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no poopoo coming or going
(well, except in jokes, she think poop is as funny as I do.) AND brace yourselves for this one: she can't do the sex thing either!!! "It" won't even come up. I could weep with relief on that one....... i asked for somebody like me....... i didn't really think it was possible, so i just let it go, put it in the "needing a miracle box", and let it alone. . . . . i am looking at my life with eyeballs popping out of my head, trust is like a big ball under my feet and i am no acrobat.......