Notes for My Next Therapy Session
I was told that my needs would be the primary consideration in this office. That turned out to be a lie. My needs were secondary in that conversation, barely acknowledged. Instead, I had to stomach an immense hurt because of something that I did twenty years ago. Maybe I deserved to be hurt, but that hurt has basically altered my therapy. That is all that I have thought about since Thursday. I dont deserve that, not in this office, my alleged sanctuary. The fact that my mother abused me has taken a back seat to her need to dump on me. Im using the word dump carefully. My therapy time is now being used to cure her. When we make love, her hair often mimics my mothers hair when she was on top of me when I was a child. I dont say anything to her out of consideration of her therapy. You could have taught her the art of timing and give and take.
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