LCM showing up randomly at work

Men in yoga pants.

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I think he has a nice butt NOT

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Even Cosmo is on the bandwagon: Men in Yoga Pants Are Officially a Thing Now

I'll stop threadjacking now...

This guy, lololol
Where has he been all my life?

Well the weirdness was really that they were extremely tight and that he walked into his office building like that. LCM said he was on his way to the gym but, still. He apparently works there and when I saw him, he did knock on other therapists' doors to "check in" and talk to them briefly as well as her. So I assumed he was just somehow in charge of something in that circle of people and not there because of her.

Their relationship is just confusing in general because she told me that this pdoc was the new pdoc that started working at my inpatient place after I was discharged but before it closed . She told me about him when he was hired a year ago. I asked her if she missed me being around all day every day and she said yes she did and that I would love the new pdoc because I could gang up with him and pick on her.

The only thing I took away from the pants issue is that mental health professionals are really weird.

On the way to the gym then maybe it is not that bad. I thought he walks like this around town, grown up man lol

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lol I told her that I didn't need any assistance to pick on her.

It's still weird to run around your work and risk running into clients like that. Not wrong but unusual.

The only thing I took away from the pants issue is that mental health professionals are really weird.[/QUOTE]

I don't want to generalize that they weird but I dated two mental health professionals and they were the most bizarre men I ever met. One wrote very depressing and very bad poetry lol the other write music equally depressing and equally bad music lol and both were obsessed with their mothers and were unable to sustain relationships plus both had some issues with having normal sex. Lol

My t is normal but she dresses very weird. My former t also dressed weird


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I don't want to generalize that they weird but I dated two mental health professionals and they were the most bizarre men I ever met. One wrote very depressing and very bad poetry lol the other write music equally depressing and equally bad music lol and both were obsessed with their mothers and were unable to sustain relationships plus both had some issues with having normal sex. Lol

My t is normal but she dresses very weird. My former t also dressed weird


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No one could ever argue that LCM is normal or whatever that is. I really don't want to think about them having sex. BLECH. BLECH.

Oh my god I'm gonna miss her so much. I know it's just two weeks. She'll come home with all kinds of new eastern philosophy ideas to test out on me and I'll get to tease her about being overly easily impressionable or be playfully critical. And she'll incorporate her experiences in our sessions until I want her to just shut up about it. But I haven't been more than a few days without talking to her in some capacity for over a year.

You have this place, growli. Two weeks seems like an eternity now, but once you're in it, it may feel better, because instead of sitting here waiting for her to leave, you will be realizing that each passing day is one day closer to her being back. Hang out here....I'm sure everyone here can help get you through. Do you read? Are you interested in self help books? When my T goes away, I find myself reading books like these to try to help not only pass the time, but to learn more about helping myself while she's gone.

BTW.... the men in yoga pants...funny! LOL. I don't do yoga. Have never attended a class, never watched a DVD. But I swear, half of my wardrobe of pants is yoga pants. They are just SOOO comfy! (I just miss the pockets).

Every passing day right now is a day closer to her coming home. I have a counter already going and she hasn't even left yet. 15 days until she is home.

I don't really read self help books. I research stuff online. I was just reading about the ethics of transhumanism earlier. Later I'll probably read about something else random.

I prefer sweat pants so I have the pockets and I don't feel naked.

This is the most I've cried sober in a very long time. I really don't want her to go. I'm scared she'll never come back. I'm scared she'll die and I'll never know what happened. I'll just sit with my phone wondering forever why she never responds. I'm scared of being lonely for so long. Lonelier. I'm scared of getting upset and knowing she won't be there if I really need her. What if I need to make an important decision about something and she's not there to help me? What if someone hurts me and she's not there to cry to and help me figure out what to do? I'm scared she'll be unable to read the menu and accidentally eat something made entirely of soy and need medical attention and be unable to get it.

Growli, you can make it. You have friends here to talk to and who will help you through and I personally promise that if you vent feelings about LCM I'll listen and support you AND your relationship with her because sometimes people just need to vent and complain and feel safe about it. Sending you hugs.

Can she send you one or two postcards as soon as she gets there?

Or, can she write something encouraging and give it to you in a sealed envelope and see how long you can wait to open it? (I've wanted my T's to do this on their extended vacations. I haven't asked yet but I want to. My longtime T sends postcards)

I can't see her again before she leaves on Thursday. We had to talk on the phone because we were both snowed in. Boston has been getting hammered recently.

I have a voice recording of her talking to me. That's the best I'll have. Which is a lot better than nothing.

It was a good thing that I asked about soy because she didn't know how to say soy in Hindi. I'm a mess. I just want her to be safe. She finds me sweet at least.

I hear you. I am a worrier. I worry about bad stuff happening to people all the time. I can relate. I have read somewhere that people who always worry about others do it so never have to worry about themselves and their own mess. There is truth in it. As long as I think of others and their needs I don't have yo better myself.

Come up with a project while she is gone and have a goal in mind: lose x amount of weight, draw x amount of pics, write x amount of music read x number of books ect

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I'm worried that I'll feel abandoned even though I know she didn't abandon me and start acting out. I need to remind myself she isn't abandoning me.

I often think people will abandon me. Along with something bad happening to them. I talk to my t about it. She always says when I dwell on things get myself very busy and not have much idle time. It helps. If u can get yourself so busy that you won't have time to dwell for the next few weeks.

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And this is exactly why the two week break is an excellent opportunity. You'll see that she comes back. Just through that she'll be helpig you with abandonment issues.

As I said at the start of this massive thread.... find things to do that will show her how you're making progress and healthier choices. Don't let yourself wallow in the act of missing her - that's just putting your life on halt. Show her how you can thrive even without her being there or easily accessible. Use whatever skills she's been trying to teach you. Show her and yourself that you can function independently.

It'll make both of you feel really proud. And then you can spend the time when she returns celebrating your successes and her vacation instead of anything negative.

I agree with you. I should figure out something to do to show her that I can handle myself effectively. She'll be so proud of me when she comes home.

it might be fun to share here what you come up with and your progress as you go

I probably will.

It's just gonna be really tough. My schedule this first week is at least completely packed. Unfortunately, it's packed with rehearsals and performances of one of the most depressing operas I can think of. The second week might be even harder because it's our winter break.

Why is this so hard?