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Thanks Steph,
ALISON
'again,just thanks,you are someone very special.
ALISON
therapist
It looks like the therapist has almost as many problems as Jill,i think they will become good friends in the end .
Another good chapter ,Thanks.
hugs Roo
ROO
dancing around with a therapist
I'm glad she could come clean with him.
Dorothycolleen
Hitting home once again...
...how often I've moved in the other direction? Almost neglecting my appearance, believing that the needful and necessary expressions of who I am were not allowed or possible, so why not just look like everyone expects. My son asked me last month...actually insisted that I grow out my goatee again; almost but not quite suspecting what might really be true if I was clean shaven? The things our hearts bring to mind, yes?
Why do you feel the necessity to make me cry every time, Stef? Oh...I understand...you write and I respond. As I've said...too painful to read and too...much to needful not to. Thank you!
Dio vi benedica tutti
Con grande amore e di affetto
Andrea Lena
Love, Andrea Lena
The typical Suicidal Tranny!!!
Dammit Steph!
Those are hardest words to bear. The typical suicidal tranny!!!
That's where I was for nearly fifty years until I realised there was more than just transvestism. It took me forty years of 'not living' before I finally cut through the shit dumped in my brain by 'Therapists' or more properly 'Psychiatrists'.
Living in stealth, all through the children growing up. Suppressing it in the bedroom by keeping it to a minimum. 'Not going out'... oh how poingnant is that expression. Certainly no comedy.
You cut to the quick Steph. Reading this chapter only reinforces my conviction that it is probably still unsafe for me to ever contemplate 'therapy' again.
I'm drawn to this story like a moth to the flame.
Beverly.
Love the counsellor
Another person of the type we all need in this world. Out there allowing himself to be hurt by other people's pain, and talking reality rather than reading it out of a textbook.
Keep up the good work, and glad to have you back and writing this. I missed it. No guilt trip intended. We all need a break from time to time, my own recent lack of output standing witness.
Thanks for another one
However you do it you make your characters human, and we care about them.
Damn
There I was with this clever comment about how funny it was and typical and then that last little bit. Tried a beard in my mid 20's, girlfriend and such. The beard lasted 3 months, couldn't stand it, the girl until I told her. Like I said, funny.
Love your work hon, characters to touch and feel. The Damn? Well raised a tear didn't you. A knack, worthy, but tough.
k
Thank you all once more
I have met a few therapists...well, it sort of goes with the turf. And some of them were, indeed, sods. (Sorry--no more atrocious puns)
I have tried to bring them into reality, as much as I can, because my characters use them as sounding boards. It is a cheating way of writing lots of exposition, but keeping it as dialogue. What produced Alec in this story was the thought that so many suicides miss in their pain and despair, and that is the effect on others. I deliberately left out Alec's second type of suicide, the "You'll be sorry when I'm gone!" tantrum, because I wanted to focus on the collateral damage. A friend of a friend is a train driver who had "one under" at East Croydon station. He will never drive a train again, and the effects on the bystanders can only be imagined. Another friend was at Southampton station in June when the poor sod put their neck literally on the line.
That led me to Alec, whose own 'PTSD' comes from having to bear the weight of so many people's pain while working in an under-resourced and understaffed clinic. Just like my local one.
Shrinks
It's all too easy to generalise and dismiss them all as nutcases or charlatans, but then you get a good one who blows you out of the water.
You make everyone all-too-human,
Joanne
I don't read stuff
I don't read stuff that makes me reach for the tissues. I'm reading your stuff though. And it does. The moments, it seems, when a human reaches out to another hit me as much as any loss or tragedy. Maybe the fact I too have rather a lot more grey hair in my collection than I used to, and almost certainly a bit more life behind than in front, helps to give me an empathy for our friend.
Carry on, I can always get more tissues.
Teri Ann
"Reach for the sun."