When I once went to session, I revealed much things to my psychiatrist. She is female, i am male. When I revealed even those things I thought I couldn't or that it would take much more time than they took, I got physiologically arroused, although I don't feel erotic attraction to her.
I even don't feel any special attraction to her. At least, not consciously.
I felt the urge to touch myself in order to advance that arousal. So I touched myself and advanced it a bit. And there I am confused. One part of my mind has been saying me that I overcomed the urge, and at once, I stopped touching myself; - but there is another part of my mind that has been saying me that something else prevented me in touching myself, and that (maybe) the psychiatrist told me gently: - ""Hands down"".
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I have not a job. I have not a girl. I have not my own flat. I am not highly educated. I haven't any companion.
I have the bycicle with it's first wheel almost torn down from the rest of the bycicle. I have computer; smartphone with broken screen, but it serves me anyway. Me and my mom live in cold flat because we can't affort to pay for heating.
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