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I have missed a lot of time talking on here, too! Mostly due to stuff with the closing of our new house this week.
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Congrats on the house!!!
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Virginia's not far from Penn. at all! That's awesome that we were having the same weather.
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Are you ready for the most pathetic thing in the entire world? Ok, here it goes. On Friday, the weather got really bad. We ended up getting an ice storm. So in the afternoon, the ice and sleet was coming down like crazy, making driving extremely dangerous. My work agency even closed early. So I had therapy at 5 o'clock. So what did I do? Instead of going straight home, head to the store to buy a new shirt, of course. In the middle of a dangerous ice storm, in which the news was advising that people say off the road, I go and buy new clothes for therapy. What is wrong with me?
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I
totally understand. I'd probably even do it myself. YOu are not alone!!!
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You know what's even worse? (As if you could think of anything more pitiful.) As I have said before, my T follows a pretty strict psychoanalytical model, in the sense of no self-disclosure, and absolutely no comments on the way I look, etc. (My first T was female and she'd comment on my clothes all the time, my 2nd T was male I remember this one particular time that I had a pink silk flower in my hair, and he said that he really liked it, that he thought it was a nice touch for me.). My current T will make no comments at all on the way I look. Well, up until a few days ago, I had really long, dark hair, past the middle of my back. So on Wed., I had a salon appt., and I got like 6 inches or so cut, and got a really cool, layered, choppy cut, where the longest part goes just about an inch below my shoulders. I also got some really funky highlights, where my hair is mostly very dark with some bleach blonde highlights underneath, and some thin red streaks on the top. I look like a
completely different person. So my T says
nothing about it. And of course it completely annoys me, but this is beyond embarassing, and I would
never admit this to him,
never.
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Your hair sounds way cool!!! His not mentioning it would definitely bug me too. My therapist doesn't make many comments about appearances though he has complimented me on a necklace before. And once -- when we were talking about how I don't always know what I care about -- he asked me if I was aware that I care about my appearance (since I obviously do). I decided to interpret that as a compliment.
The highlights sound too cool.
Later, Sidony