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#1
Jan 22, 2015, 01:57 AM
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Just a thought, do with it what you will.
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#2
Jan 22, 2015, 02:05 AM
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 Personally I'd have to say I've felt more like the offal they threw away before the spit was applied!  But then that's just me... 
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#3
Jan 22, 2015, 02:42 AM
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I once sent this quote to T after a session:
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? (T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock) |
 JustShakey, KayDubs
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#4
Jan 22, 2015, 08:03 AM
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I often feel like I am going in and paying to be tortured.
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Please NO @ Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live. Oscar Wilde Well Behaved Women Seldom Make History - Laurel Thatcher Ulrich Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. |
| KayDubs, scallion5
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#5
Jan 22, 2015, 08:20 AM
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I have told T that I am some form of entertainment to him, that he likes to watch me suffer like a kind of sadistic voyeur...and that he feeds off of people's sadness and pain. (you can imagine how well that convo went over.)
so, I feel more like a piece of sad birthday cake that he's poking violently with a fork. analyze that. |
| JustShakey
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#6
Jan 22, 2015, 11:31 AM
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It's a pretty apt analogy if viewed in terms of discussing traumatic incidents or triggering events. It hurts. It burns. You try to turn away, but it does no good. You can't escape the flames once you are on the spit. Your inward parts are vulnerable. There is no hiding what's inside. You can't escape. To the t, your pain is growth. Something to be desired. Like the aroma of smoky roasted pork. But all you can smell is the hair being singed off your body.
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#7
Jan 22, 2015, 02:14 PM
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Apparently humans taste like pig...
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Jan 22, 2015, 02:17 PM
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I used to feel like this with previous T... I'm not so sure I wouldn't feel the same way with T if I wasn't so darn careful. But I don't ever want to feel like that again. It was horrible... Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
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Jan 22, 2015, 05:19 PM
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Jan 22, 2015, 05:25 PM
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"Odium became your opium..." ~Epica |
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#11
Jan 22, 2015, 05:31 PM
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So all the modern day cannibals eat loads of pork? When my grandmother died and the family lifted the dietary restrictions I thought pork was the most beautiful taste on earth. I still do.
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#12
Jan 22, 2015, 06:28 PM
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I'll show myself out now. |
| JustShakey, unaluna
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Jan 22, 2015, 09:45 PM
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Jan 23, 2015, 08:48 AM
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Yeah, good analogy. I'm trapped/ pinned in place by my transference while he slowly breaks me down from the inside out. Just as things get too painful we turn to another side to heat up something new. The process is very slow so I cant pick up on any one moment of substantial change in my condition, yet I am clearly sweating and dripping all over and much changed from how I went in.
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#15
Jan 23, 2015, 09:13 AM
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Nope but I've felt like an amoeba under a microscope!
I had two sessions total with that therapist and decided to just do my therapy with my pyschiatrist instead
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#16
Jan 23, 2015, 12:07 PM
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Multiple choice. In therapy do you feel like a...
Pig on a spit Rat in a maze Bull in a chute Bug in a Petri dish |
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#17
Jan 23, 2015, 12:08 PM
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Rat in a maze. Definitely.
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
| LindaLu
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#18
Jan 23, 2015, 12:45 PM
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Welp,
There's only one way to make bacon. mmmm... bacon. 
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