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sidony said:
My therapist has given me a few compliments recently. I'll stick with last session since that's what you asked for.
He told me that I had looked terrific the evening before (I came to group therapy the night before really dressed up because of a work event that day). All the insightful things he said and I felt the best when he told me I looked good. Pathetic, hunh? He's only complimented me a few times in the year+ that I've seen him, and I quickly told him he'd give me a big head.
I was glowing all day about that though. Wish I had more good excuses to dress up for work.
Not sure if therapists are supposed to avoid complimenting their clients or not (and he's only done so maybe 3 times), but it sure felt great when he did. And I always try to look nice when I go there (yes I'm pathetic).
Sidony
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T has never complimented how I look. I get the urge to go into a Friday session wearing an evening gown or something.
Interestingly, I had a T before I left NY-- only saw him for a few weeks. The only thing that stands out from our work together was one night when I had my hair up, and I had this small, (fake) pink flower placed in it. He commented on how much he liked the flower in my hair.
I wish I could break my T down. Maybe that's part of the reason I feel the need to look great every time I go to therapy. It's like a conquest that I doubt I will ever succeed in. He's such a %#@&#! blank slate; sometimes it really does kill me. Maybe I'm getting tired of not seeing him as a real person-- maybe (watch out-- revelation ahead, lol) when on Friday, I told him, "I am the one who has to deal with all the intense emotions of our relationship, and you don't have to feel a %#@&#! thing" was me getting sick of seeing him as an object, but refusing to accept that he can reciprocate feelings like a real person.
I have no problem recognizing that he can feel my emotions along
with me. But as far as reciprocation, or feeling something
for me... well that is a different story.
Wow.
I need a cigarette, lol.