[MissCharlotte]

My new fantasy:

T comes to the house. We sit in the den in the morning with light streaming in. The dog is sleeping by the patio doors and I am in my favorite chair with ottoman. He can sit in the video game chair (HA) or the rocking chair (yeah, that's more like him). There is a fire in the fireplace. We talk. He makes tea in my kitchen and brings it to me. We talk for hours....about two. Then I get up and say it's time for me to walk the dog and think about what I am making for dinner.

He kisses me on the cheek and goes out the front door. He says I'll see you in two days, sister. I wave goodbye as he drives away. He comes back every other day. Sometimes he brings me flowers.

OK gotta go get ready. The doorbell isn't ringing.

I usually fantasize about going to HER house. Though, I've never been there, I make up what ever I like about how it looks, LOL.

My littles dream about spending the night there with her - watching their favorite TV shows, playing board games, drinking hot chocolate, and curling up on the couch or in a guest bed and going to sleep.

My T has offered to come over and do our session at the house ONCE, I forget why, but I was like NO! The house was a mess!

[sunrise]

I have been having a fantasy about T coming to my house, kind of.

I have a lot of split wood stacked along one side of my house. A huge wood pile. I rarely make a fire in our fireplace and was thinking I need to get rid of some of this wood. Once, at my session, T and I walked to his car to get something, and then drove back to his office. In the back of his car (a van), he had a lot of wood. I asked him about it and he said he had been driving to work that day and seen a "free wood" sign and stopped to load up. He said he just couldn't pass up something like that. I loved thinking of T loading wood into his van along the side of the road.

Anyway, I know he uses wood, so I thought maybe I could get rid of some of my wood by giving it to T. I thought maybe he could come to my house with his van and get the wood. Then I had all sorts of anxiety about how awkward this might be. Would he have to come into my house? It would be rude not to invite him in, right? So I would have to clean my house. What is the minimum number of rooms I could get by with cleaning. Kitchen, living room, dining room. What would he think of my decor? Would he want a tour of the house? Would I need to straighten up my bedroom too? Or maybe I could just not invite him in. Phew! Or maybe I should just bring a load of wood in the back of my car each time I come to session and we could do a transfer.

My fantasies are not nearly as much fun as yours, sister.

[Kiya]

I've also thought of that - but my house is also a mess and i don't want to be judged. My last T worked out of her house, which was sort of interesting, sort of weird. The office was upstairs in this teeny room (like a second bedroom), there was only the one bathroom - not like a guest bathroom. Naturally, her bedroom door was always shut (the only 3 rooms on the top landing were the three i have mentioned, each maybe 3 feet away. And only once was there someone waiting for her in the living room when i left... which felt totally akward because T was telling me to take care of me and stay safe, while i was on the stairs. Then i open the stairs door and there's this person privy to my conversation. Sacreligious! When T wanted me to watch things we'd watch them in her living room on the tv. One day she was cooking and wanted to know if i could let her finish up the last 10 minutes, and she'd feed me lunch. Yipes! That was just too weird - i could never eat in front of T - i'd spill everything out of nerves. I told her to just finish and it would be no problem, but she wouldn't. She put it away and started session on time.

I do wish I could do therapy daily on line. Then i wouldn't have the akwardness of face to face or long silences. I can always type more than i can talk, anyway. Alas.

[ECHOES]

omg. I have been envisioning home therapy with T too!!

I think because I want to feel as comfortable there in her 'home' (room) talking to her as I do in my own home, talking to her in my head. I want it to feel that cozy and calm and safe.

I am surprised you're letting him escape!!

Well, there are definitely two fantasies here for me. Therapy at my house and therapy at T's house.

Fantasy #1.
Therapy at T's House
I show up before he even gets home and get rid of the wife. No one will notice she's gone. Then I hide in the bushes til T comes home. Then I ring the doorbell and he answers it with the most pleasant smile ever, and invites me in. We immediately go into his study (assuming he has one) which is filled with every interesting book imaginable. He brings me coffee (doesn't have to ask how I like it-- he just knows). We hang out in his study for hours and talk about everything. As a service, I go into his closet and get rid of any ugly shirts that he may own. While he's in the bathroom, I go through his underwear drawer to put a rest to the question we have all been burning to know. We move the livingroom. We sit on the couch. He lets me put my head on his shoulder.

Fantasy #2
Therapy at My House
My house is fairly clean and neat so I wouldn't have to do much cleaning up. I would make sure to put my most intelligent and best books on the shelf in the livingroom. I would have classical music playing in the background, but not from one of the composers he has given me-- something different-- something a bit more rare so that he would have to say, "What's this?" and I could tell him about it. Hubby would get kicked out of the house for awhile. As soon as T came over I would have to introduce him to the birds because I know he'd be excited to meet them. That's when things would begin to go downhill. My birds are the sweetest most amazing creatures, but they are not the biggest fans of strangers, especially Kiwi. Kiwi would begin to scream in his loudest voice possible. This would get the other birds going. They would be running back and forth in their cages. I would take one of the birds out to show T how tame he is and as soon as T made a move towards the bird he would probably jump and scare the hell outta T. T would run downstairs in a hysterical fit of fear with a bird attached to his back. He would never come back again.

I would much rather have therapy at T's house.

[Kiya]

lol - you are too funny =)

[april15]

My first T years ago showed up at my house unannounced. I was shocked to say the least! I was also mortified by my messy house and would not let her in. I opened the door a crack to talk to her. If she had called first, i might have had some time to tidy up, and get dressed, lol.

A few years later when my car broke down, she did make house calls. I had several sessions with her in my living room. My 2 year old gave her a tour of the house!

[Perna]

I had my T on too much of a pedestal to imagine being comfortable with her. She always dressed well and I remember how shocked I was when she learned and shared that we had taken the same sailing classes; I couldn't see her doing some of the activities she said she did, I just couldn't see her "relaxed". I have seen her "bored" when she'd be doodling as we had a session where I wasn't saying anything :-) but I guess the responsiveness of her made me always picture her as "alert" and ready to "spring" into action Doesn't go with relaxed in my mind.