Couch 167 1/2; Tennis Anyone?

Thats okay, i only like polydictylic men...

(That means they know more than one language! Get your minds out of the gutter! Sheesh!)

I encourage going commando. To therapy and everywhere.

I believe it’s critical to free expression.

Umm.. you read in the other thread about farting, right?

I did but I wasn’t thinking of that.

Oh gawd, I just free associated.

Uh...it’s a major sin to combine Greek and Latin roots in a single word, you know.

Regretfully, I may have to reconsider our relationship.

I recently figured out I spend 10% of each week exercising, not counting walking. This may be excessive.

You forgave me before when i did it!

Eta - obviously, i NEED you! Who else can catch me out?

I spend at least 10% of an hour exercising each week. But not commando. I'm not a barbarian.

Actually it was the Greeks, who coined the term barbarian, who went commando. The barbarians wore pants, which is why the Greeks thought they were effeminate.

I had to go commando to therapy once. It was horrible.

Well now I need to reevaluate my entire world view.

I'd be so distracted if I went to therapy commando. I'd be certain my therapist could see right through me. But I suppose that's her job. Kind of.

The juxtaposition of these posts is priceless.

Thank you for sparing me, madam

That was a crappy session. I doubt I remember enough of it to write a coherent account, but it started with me asking her to answer a question I asked her last time, why did she feel more stuck with me than other clients?

To which she made a face and finally responded, she felt like she was being set up to fail. Asked why, because I had such negative expectations of therapists. Asked if she could provide specific examples of when she felt I was setting her personally up to fail, as opposed to negative comments about therapists in general, she couldn’t.

I suggested maybe her feeling she was being set up to fail had more to do with her than me, she allowed it might. And why did she feel that way? At this point she says our roles had reversed so that I was acting like the therapist and she the client, and “I don’t do role reversals.”

Throughout all this she keeps saying she doesn’t want therapy to be about therapy and she doesn’t want to talk about the relationship because it’s a waste of time (told you, Una), which normally I am in complete agreement with except when the therapist starts the session by bringing up a component of the relationship, like she’s afraid she’s being set up to fail. :eyeroll:

Somehow we managed to part on semi-amicable terms.

Good news about your sister! Could your H get on cancellation lists, maybe? That's ridiculous about the wait...

Good news about your sister, scarlet!

that is disappointing, ATAT

I have found those guys only want to talk about the relationship or do role reversals when they are being loved or are in control of the reversal.
They are wily control freaks.
I also found it incredibly frustrating and infuriating when the woman would say something like that but refuse to explain it. My response was "Then shut up and sit there quietly if you can't be bothered to explain what you mean. There is no point in you talking at all if you won't explain"

Hi everyone

I haven’t posted in this thread before

I’m sorry about your crappy session ... I can partially relate

Basically I apparently asked “too many” questions... I might share more somewhere else
(Not today)

I hope the next session is better for you

hi fuzzybear.

Omg i have been seriously out of shape. These last ten lbs (approx) pretty much immobilize me. In my forties, it took an addl 20 lbs over current to do that. I need to stop testing my upper limit. Goal for this summer - starting june 1, swim every swimmable day, no whining.

Altho the knee thing didnt help, but that was on me.

i so need to talk about this thing that happened. but i can't yet and i understand the reason why. after everything i've learned in therapy i just can't seem to get in touch with my feelings about this thing and i've started eating my feelings again. at least i realized what i was doing and stopped but still. i'm afraid of starting again and not being able to stop. i know i should know how to handle this better. and that makes me upset with myself.

will somebody please tell me to stop being so stubborn and just call t already...

Call your t already, Artie!

I ended up eating my feelings after my session today. Something came up in session that reminded me of a particular thing my husband said during a 45-minute-long incident last May where he berated me, yelled, kicked, threw things, slammed dishes around, said some really horrible things to me, made up a really unflattering song about a certain part of my anatomy. Overall it was a horrible, horrible incident and it took me many weeks to even begin to get over it. Unfortunately, when that day gets stuck in my head it really gets stuck. After session, I ended up emailing my therapist a written transcript of the whole thing (I audio recorded most of it) telling him that I couldn't carry this thing alone right now. He's heard an abridged version of the recording but never seen the transcript. I hope he responds to my email because I'm feeling pretty worn down by having to remember that night.

Welcome fuzzy.

Hugs to all who want, Tapatalk doesn't let me give hugs.

Well, I am home from CVS. I ate some cheddar and bacon Mac and cheese that was leftover from a few days ago when I attempted to make up my own recipe. It wasn’t as good reheated. Oh well. It was food. Now to take my evening meds, something I’m not that great about remembering. I think I might eat some Pringles. I am in the mood for something salty.

C tomorrow, then another CVS other than my own store

I hope you are okay, and CALL T!

I am randomly driving around, trying to calm down enough to go home and sleep.

I’ve told Piaf twice before that she needs to say what she means instead of being afraid she’ll do the wrong thing or fail or make me angry. Either be direct as she claims to be or don’t claim that and murmur sweet nothings. But not this half-baked pussyfooting around.

I think I might go get ingredients for PBJ.