Couch 201: The Transformative Grammar Couch

I haven't seen the new movie but it looks good trailer wise.

Una I'll go back to the other understanding book, but I started "my work with borderline patients" by Harold searles.



(p,s we have a new smilie it seems )

I emailed someone Friday morning and have yet to hear back. I know they're in the office today. But I should definitely wait and not spam this person's email, right?

Even if the answer is "I don't know" or "Let me check," that would be better than radio silence.

I love him! I love that book! I had to search - whats the expression? - hill and dale to find it.

Interesting new smilie!! More of a warning sign, like trigger?

H just got a peach out of the fridge and said "I expect you to eat this at some point today" as if he is my ****ing father or something. I said what if I don't want to eat it today? Why do you get to tell me when and what I should eat? He said because I am the man.

Oh HELL no. **** him.

(Now I won't eat it, even though I probably would have eaten one anyway after work because they are so good if he'd kept his yap shut.)

(Artie's shadow is out to play today. And I will NOT push it away and deny it this time.)

I was always amused when the second therapist said that to me - well, and horrified of course. The first woman probably would have also been horrified at the idea of it.

Artie - Because he has a pustulus populous??

Was he kidding?

Was he having a stroke?

Does he want one?

Probably.

No, he wasn't.

No.

And, no, but let's give him one anyway. You are gonna help, right?

I feel like cramming said peach down his stupid throat right now.

I should start writing from my shadow I bet I could write some evil stuff. I feel dastardly at the moment. I am staying in the feelings and am going to go write a little piece of flash fiction from this.

Teach him a firm lesson - eat a plum instead.
I would have simply treated it like a joke.

Well, then you are a better woman than I.

I must say it is rather satisfying turning loose the wickedness that has been lying dormant in my shadow all these years into the story that is currently flowing out of my fingertips onto a word document.

eta: it is finished. I titled it "Peach Pitfall - A Wicked Fantasy".

I feel better, and sd, I can now laugh and consider his stupid words a joke. Sort of...

dangggg this would not have gone over well with me either.

Unless it's super urgent (when you should phone), I limit my chasing to once a week.

What if he had said, "Because I'm worried about you"?

well, if he had been, he wouldn't have phrased it as a demand...

Good idea, but start from the other end...?

I had a teacher in high school who told us how she'd get back at her husband. She always packed his lunch, so one time she gave him like a sandwich with no condiments and other dry foods, but no drink. Then another time she gave him a lunch of soup and jello, but no utensils. Last lunch she gave him had rocks in it. She said he finally apologized for whatever it is that he did.

Wow, she was passive-aggressive and manipulative, huh?

Dear Una, in my story, that's where the peach pit went...

Methinks there is a LOT of anger buried deep within this sparkly, delightful exterior.

I wonder. It depends what kind of man training he had as a child.

*principal

A pretty much uninvolved father. Obs he was a mama's boy.

Met with Awesome T. He said that after this past week he was really worried about me and mostly wanted to find out what happened and check in on how I was doing. He quickly discovered that without my son around he has a totally different client to get to know. I was happy and playful, I didn’t cower or hesitate. We talked about weekend plans, antique cars, quilting and had some good laughs about the times I really saw his influence this past week. We laughed and smiled and joked around... and at the hug at the end he had tears in his eyes when he said “It’s good to see you without fear in your eyes omers”.
It was ALL good until THAT moment... that kicked the Fr transference into high gear. Now I am super upset that he isn’t going to be here next week and I am going to miss him something aweful. I know I can call and email just to keep the connection. This weekend he is having a guys weekend away but he said he would let me know how the weekend went (even though it is guy bonding time for him it is a shared interest between us too). Next week he is away from the office but working so I know I can call/email.
He also commented for the second week in a row about something I made and left in the office. He is really liking it and using it a lot himself. I noticed it was not in plain sight to where I could go get it and use it. He has mentioned before that he really likes a lot of my art work and crafts and now he is nudging me to sell them online... IDK... would it be bad of me to make him his own of the thing he keeps bringing up? He thinks they would be expensive but it is $3-$5 of materials and maybe an hour of my time. I am thinking about selling some of my crafts/art at shows around here or online... I *think* T keeps nudging that because if it is public then he or his wife could buy it without there being a conflict of interests.... I just like to have my stuff appreciated so I usually give it away. Like the lady I get my craft supplies from likes the same thing T keeps bringing up so I told her I would make one for her and give it to her...

Obs - I don't know what that stands for.
Observe?
Old Boy School?
Over Boiled Scrod?
Octopus Bait Server?

Oops. I use it sometimes for "obviously".