The Couch 146 : The Untouchable, Nontotient, Octahedral, Composite Couch.

Texted T and asked if there's a space that I can study there today. He said yep

So I'm going to Ts to study

I don't think one has to handle it. I think one simply has to let the others be sad.
They are separate. You can't fix it and it is not yours - I don't see that you have to do anything.

Thanks for that perspective. Maybe I need to outline what I would want from him in different scenarios. And that way if I ask when those scenarios come up, it won't seem like a surprise.

I can't stop rubbing my ****ing EARS.

*sneaks in* hi this is echos m (incognito). Facing a scary session tomorrow. Don't wanna post details as I'm ambivalent about returning to doing that on here (I deleted my old account primarily to get rid of the proverbial paper trail). I just know that posting here could be comforting and helpful somehow. And I'm feeling mighty anxious. Hugs appreciated.

And also if I don't respond right away it's cos it's a new account and they won't let me respond in real time.

Ummm I forgot briefly about that masturbation email I sent T and he just looked at me and smiled and waved and it came flooding back and now I'm embarrassed haha -__-

And hugs for all who want them. I can't possibly catch up on all the missed couches, but hope all are doing okay.

If it helps, and it probably doesn't, but anyways...
I'm sure he masturbates too.

Ew OMG please.

Jesus!!!!!!!!!

The owl and the pussycat!

Oh its you. J/k I read from the newest to the oldest. I should probably fix that.

This is the same feeling I had when I realized that everyone has sex. My friends, my family, my coworkers, my therapist.

Eww.

Yep. And Mr Lear himself weareth a runcible hat

That makes me think of the time when...I guess in relation to my being concerned I'd get H, uh, "turned on" then he'd be disappointed or physically uncomfortable if I didn't want to have sex--we ended up discussing "blue balls" in marriage counseling. I think MC was saying how it's really not that awful, and there were really only a couple times for him when it was considerably uncomfortable, or something like that, and I was like, dying. Pretty sure I spent the rest of that session making great eye contact with the rug...

Hi, Runcible
Can't speak for anyone but me, but I'm happy to be supportive without asking questions. Hope you're doing well otherwise.

In one of my very first sessions with roboT (like 2nd or 3rd), we talked about how my H is disappointed at times with my...ability to fellate. God it was so awkward. He's old enough to be my dad.

Thanks daisy. It's just an ancient rupture I thought I was over. But I'm not and I have to tell him I'm not. Ugh.

Yikes--I've had enough difficulty talking about things like that with my female T...though then again, she's my mom's age. (MC is 12 years older than me.)

I gotta read that before i die!

Eta - heck thanks! I thought i was in for a few hours of shakespeare!

Studyingggggv

No time like the present! I adore this poem

"How pleasant to know Mr.Lear!"
Who has written such volumes of stuff!
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few think him pleasant enough.

His mind is concrete and fastidious,
His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous,
His beard it resembles a wig.

He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
Leastways if you reckon two thumbs;
Long ago he was one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.

He sits in a beautiful parlour,
With hundreds of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of Marsala,
But never gets tipsy at all.

He has many friends, lay men and clerical,
Old Foss is the name of his cat;
His body is perfectly spherical,
He weareth a runcible hat.

When he walks in waterproof white,
The children run after him so!
Calling out, "He's gone out in his night-
Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.

He reads, but he cannot speak, Spanish,
He cannot abide ginger beer:
Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish,
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!

Sorreeeeeeeeeeeeee

Now I can't ever look at my T again

This is what my T wrote down during our session yesterday

Guess it's his version of "notes" lol