just some random thoughts about going into therapy
i got into an argument with a therapists over the weekend,
just over un equal sexual desires in a marriage.
i don't know but she was just so fucking stupid, the guy is all wrong.
the wife loves him but still not expected to try and help her husband with any of his sexual needs, he is supposed to just suck it up and do with out.
no compromise no meeting in the middle somewhere or trying to explore some sexual activitiy that works or is acceptable for both of them
what a load of shit
i was in therapy when i was like fourteen or so.
dad was beating mum then he moved on to sexual deviance.
but there was nothing wrong with me, yet i ended up in therapy
made me wonder for years what my problem was
all i wanted to be was alone.
because no one understood,
but going into therapy made me feel like such a loser.
they hooked me up with this real cute blonde, just out of university.
she wore short dresses
i was very miserable and had thoughts of suicide
but seeing her every week in her short dress, hard to think of suicide,
she would tease me not sure why
but she would lift her legs so i could see her panties.
any way i feel in love with her, but then she walked out and left me.
she never really did anything for me
the biggest thing she did for me was let me see her panties. so thoughts of suicide were replaced by being horny.
everything else she did or tried to do for me just made me feel like an idiot
years latter about ten years ago actually i new i needed help.
i was just miserable depressed, stressed out over everything.
i seriously thought about therapy again.
talked to several theripists, and they just seemed so casual so whatever,
like i was a chapter in a text book,
it meant nothing to them,
its just that the way it felt. they seemed to have less care then the person i bought a coffee from every moring
so i thought if they don't seem to care, why should i pay them.
any way, started this hobby,
and i found myself using my sp as a therapist.
the words just flowed and flowed and flowed
i told her everything,
she did not judge did not give advice, just listened.
and it was the biggest load off my shoulders i have ever felt in my life.
my father was a sexual preditor
i was always horny but bcause of everything i was confused of my sexual desires.
had sex but never really enjoyed it or let myself go and explore all of my sexual desires.
my sp not only listened to me, but when we were done talking. we explored my sexual desires and needs
in all honesty
the best therapy i have ever had is seeing my sp.
not really sure if some person with a university degree, is at all qualified to help anyone.
i have never felt like i was a chapter in a text book.
i got into an argument with a therapists over the weekend,
just over un equal sexual desires in a marriage.
i don't know but she was just so fucking stupid, the guy is all wrong.
the wife loves him but still not expected to try and help her husband with any of his sexual needs, he is supposed to just suck it up and do with out.
no compromise no meeting in the middle somewhere or trying to explore some sexual activitiy that works or is acceptable for both of them
what a load of shit
i was in therapy when i was like fourteen or so.
dad was beating mum then he moved on to sexual deviance.
but there was nothing wrong with me, yet i ended up in therapy
made me wonder for years what my problem was
all i wanted to be was alone.
because no one understood,
but going into therapy made me feel like such a loser.
they hooked me up with this real cute blonde, just out of university.
she wore short dresses
i was very miserable and had thoughts of suicide
but seeing her every week in her short dress, hard to think of suicide,
she would tease me not sure why
but she would lift her legs so i could see her panties.
any way i feel in love with her, but then she walked out and left me.
she never really did anything for me
the biggest thing she did for me was let me see her panties. so thoughts of suicide were replaced by being horny.
everything else she did or tried to do for me just made me feel like an idiot
years latter about ten years ago actually i new i needed help.
i was just miserable depressed, stressed out over everything.
i seriously thought about therapy again.
talked to several theripists, and they just seemed so casual so whatever,
like i was a chapter in a text book,
it meant nothing to them,
its just that the way it felt. they seemed to have less care then the person i bought a coffee from every moring
so i thought if they don't seem to care, why should i pay them.
any way, started this hobby,
and i found myself using my sp as a therapist.
the words just flowed and flowed and flowed
i told her everything,
she did not judge did not give advice, just listened.
and it was the biggest load off my shoulders i have ever felt in my life.
my father was a sexual preditor
i was always horny but bcause of everything i was confused of my sexual desires.
had sex but never really enjoyed it or let myself go and explore all of my sexual desires.
my sp not only listened to me, but when we were done talking. we explored my sexual desires and needs
in all honesty
the best therapy i have ever had is seeing my sp.
not really sure if some person with a university degree, is at all qualified to help anyone.
i have never felt like i was a chapter in a text book.
