For your listening pleasure:
News Briefs:
1. There is no shelter against the wind.
2. I did the shopping tonight (Tuesday night). I usually do it on Sunday, but that was not possible this time. And this explains why I often buy much more food than is necessary. Just in case.
3. I now see that it is entirely possible for me to be in a rabbit hole, and while knowing that there is a problem, not quite be able to fully realize that I am down there. I think I have realized this before. After the fact, of course.
4. I paid the bills last night, did a little laundry tonight, and have generally begun the rebuilding that is necessary after exiting the rabbit hole.
5. The good thing about grocery stores - is beer. Amber Bock. I'm not worried about the carbs. Frankly, seeing as food makes me want to retch, I could use them.
6. My therapist will probably quit when he reads his email.
7. And just for the record, he's not really a hippie type of guy. He's a fucking boy scout and sometimes that pisses me off like you wouldn't believe. The only reason I insult him with drug references is because he tried to send the teenage girl to a psychiatrist (drug dealer, imho) because she was horrified by the effects of rape. Boy scouts can sometimes freak out over stuff like rape. The world is supposed to be about puppies and rainbows for boy scouts, you know? Have I ever mentioned the good parts of therapy? Like the time he was very accepting of the effects of rape? And the time I had to gleefully inform him of Julie Andrews' very hot Playboy spread? Blew some of his naive illusions and got my rocks off all in one hit. And then there was the time I made him say 'fuck'. It was like convincing a nun to take a few swigs of Jack Daniels. It totally rocked.
8. If you have chapped lips, you should probably abstain from using mouthwash until they heal. Trust me on this one. It's probably the only sensible and down-to-earth advice you've ever read here.
9. I'm going to go make the kids' lunches now. I'm just glad that I'm able. The husband had to do it for Tuesday and also for Friday. It's my job. I'm the mommy and the maker of yummy lunch.
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I realized I was holding my breathe while reading your post. I got to the end and it came out really big with the word "breathe" inside my skull. I wanted to send it to you but didin't want to sound trite, I also just want to say welcome back.
ReplyDeleteTyler
Hey, my therapist seems like a boy scout too! Although he once said the word fuck all on his own. Yesterday I mentioned the word "masturbate" and he cringed. Then tried to deny he was embarrassed.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It's nice to welcomed. It's hard to know that I've been 'away', but it's nice to be welcomed. Readjusting to things can be hard. I truly hope to at least avoid a hangover.
ReplyDeleteHarriet, I know the feeling of picking up on the embarrassment. I read to my husband this morning. I read him the emails to the therapist. In almost thriteen years, I have never seen him blush. Not until this morning. If my husband, the Rock God, blushes at my candor, I can only hope the boy scout therapist doesn't have a stroke.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're finding your way out. Welcome back. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Sweetie~
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to see you're having a bit of a better day and were able to do some shopping. They don't sell achohol in grocery stores here...except 3/2 - strange.
I don't think that your T will "fire" you...from what I've read (in all of your communication) I think he realizes what happens with all of the different parts of you.
(((Lynn)))
I'm still here :-)
~ Grace
I always pictured your T as a hippie for some reason??
ReplyDeleteI hope yummy lunch was a ham sandwich with salt n vinegar crisps!
I have had to post as anon why I figure out what has happened to my blogger password!
Oh I am Kahless btw!
ReplyDeleteSounds like progress. One task at a time. Your therapist may need a jolt to wake him up. Too many boy scout therapist anyway.
ReplyDeleteI loved the good things about your therapist.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you were able to recall them.
I must tell you I share your therapist's naivete on Julie Andrews. I had no idea... But google says otherwise.