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When talking to T about how my inner child sees her, I accidentally said, "lover" instead of "mother".
Freud would hug himself with glee! Sexualisation of the parental relationship. Good stuff. Does anyone else have a Freudian slip story?
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Nope, but I would die of embarrassment if that came out of my mouth.. lol.
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oh, YES. Several.
![]() Once ex-T and I were talking about an incident when I tried to initiate *** with my H and he was so engrossed in work, he didn't even notice. T told me I needed to make it REALLY obvious. To give me an example, he began a conversation and instead of inserting my husband's name, he said his own. We both looked at each other like ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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This hasn't happened to me (yet), but y'all's stories are hilarious. I imagine my slip will be in a similar vein.
"You look beautiful today whoops I mean let me tell you about a new side effect from those meds." |
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I haven't slipped, but T has (kinda) once:
She was trying to say that she "has a gift of discernment". She didn't slip, per se, but while trying to come up with the word discernment, she said all she could think of was the word "deception". ![]() Veeeeeery interesting!
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I haven't had one in session, but did have one journaling about a session. I told t about it and we used the writing to explore some issues. I was doing some stream of consciousness type writing about a difficult session. In my head I wrote "I tell you what you want to hear." On the paper I actually wrote "I tell you what I want to hear." You can imagine the kind of discussion that led to. It was one of those therapy light bulb moments.
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Normal is just a setting on the dryer. Last edited by sconnie892; Apr 12, 2012 at 06:57 AM. Reason: clarification |
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![]() considering what it was, I know I will HAVE to tell T2 about it, but am totally dreading it. ![]() I hate therapy... and Freud too. ![]() |
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Not a Freudian but I still remember when my T came up with a totally "random" name for my husband and I'm like, "Steve?! Who's Steve?" What client was she thinking about
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I think my T once called me Ashley. Close to my name....sort of. But I was also already walking away and I'm not sure if I heard right. Ekk
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I can only think of one off the top of my head. In session we were talking about the emotional intimacy of the therapeutic relationship, and I said emotional intensity instead. Ooops!! Gave myself away there ...
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My T once called me by the wrong name. Too bad neither of us can remember what it was.
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Mr Ambassador, alias Ancient Plax, alias Captain Therapy, alias Big Poppa, alias Secret Spy, etc. Add that to your tattoo, Baby! |
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I found out that my therapist was a lesbian from another patient of hers that I know. So I told her about it at my next session, and I said that I'd assumed she was straight. She made a crinkled forehead and said, "That happens to me a lot." She is quite femme.
Later in the same session I was gesturing, and I knocked over a little cactus. I said, "Oh these plants are new." She said, "Don't worry about it; they're artificial." I said, "They look totally real. I guess succulents can pass." I meant it as a jokey reference to our newfound shared queer culture where passing means coming off straight when you're gay. Or if you're transgender being completely perceived as the gender you're going for. But as soon as it came out of my mouth, I remembered our earlier conversation about her "passing," and realized I was calling her succulent. We shared this awkward look of recognition at what I'd just said and busted out laughing. She said, "I've got to write this one down," and we moved on. All I could think was, "Damn you, brain!" |
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that is freakin highlarious.
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