Why Aren't You Horrified?

A few weeks ago I told my T something "horrifying" about myself and got a similar reaction. I said "wtf, did you not hear what I just said????" So he said he wasn't going to come down on me. By the end of the session he laughed and feigned horrification. It was actually quite funny as he called me an "F'ing hippy". It's hard to understand but I laughed and told him I wasn't buying it. He laughed too, because he obviously wasn't selling it. It made me realize that him being horrified wouldn't have helped.

Thank you for sharing this. It made me laugh hard. I think that my T, who is a little on the serious and edgy side, would have a really hard time feigning horrification. I have to specifically tell him when I'm being (I think) wittily sarcastic.

I think I realize that him being horrified would not have helped me. As Dr. Muffin said, there's really no where to go from there except in my self satisfaction that at least he recognizes this truthiness about me. And that's not really a good thing.

I suppose I can still be as juvenile in my anger and resentment about his refusal as I want, though.

Anne

Oh, isn't this the truth? My T has even told me I act like a spoiled teenager so let's get juvenile and relish it as much as possible. Dang!! I love acting out.
Wasn't allowed to when I really was a juvenile so better late than never.

if you do that, please be sure to add that i want you to tell him you don't really think that he is one. I think you know that he's not. hugs to you

OH YEAH!!! I HEAR THAT!!!

Thank you for this, SAWE. You're right, he's really not. My potty language is just part of my acting out, as sky points out. HUgs back at ya.

Anne

Let's have a round of banana dancing (is that what that is? Maybe it's a spicy chili pepper, which would be more fitting?) for all of the menopausal middle-aged women who missed acting out as juveniles but who can get it done now

and I am practicing my pout, dismissive snorting, and general know-it-all attitude for my session this week

Anne

Don't forget the snotty sarcasm.

no criticism intended - just covering my bases in case by some chance you live in this town and *my* T gives me the boot some day (richly deserved, sorry to say) and i need to look for a new one. lol

No worries, SAWE. Anne, thanking you

You know what would be fun sometime - let's put on a play. And let it be a tragicomedy. Maybe it could be just some short vignettes. A bit like TherapyTales but a bit more. What a blast it would be to really get up and really physically 'act out' the drama that happens in therapy. We could create the dialogues here and then get together someday, say, in Duluth or Portland or Miami or London or Auckland or Madrid and put on our production for each other. Private screening for us only. Man, that would be a hoot. And we would really really know what we were talking about - you know- inside jokes. No outsiders allowed.

You're a very funny writer. You should have a column in a newspaper.

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On mature reflection, the lack of sharp objects is a sensible safety measure.

And you're a sweetheart. Sometimes I am funny. Most of the time I just think I'm funny.

Anne

I agree - but maybe a blog would reach a larger audience. You've got a way with words that is very engaging. Please find a way to share yourself more.