Another intriguing life story, Marjie. I'm so sorry this happened to you but I am fascinated how you are able to tell a story about such an unpleasant event in your life and still get a few "chuckle lines" in there. You write so well!!! Don't ever stop! BTW, now you have me humming Those Were The Days (Mary Hopkin, circa 1969??).
I've had some helpful therapists. But your comments remind me of a time in my late 20's when I went into therapy to process a recent crisis situation I had extricated myself from. This therapist didn't want to hear about it at all. She insisted we start from my early childhood. Been there, done that. I was thinking short-term therapy, she wanted years of rehashing and psychoanalysis. Granted, what I could afford was a student at a training institute who was probably being coached to keep me there for the length of her training. But it was a bit like going in with a broken arm and being told you had to talk about all your childhood diseases for several appointments first.
Hahaha! You have to relay these happenings as the world has changed so much for the worse that soon no one will ever even know how to understand that these things happened. (also, loved the reality of comforting the therapist: that's why I just never have done well with having someone clean my house, I end up working with them.....and I don't want to!
Another great post, Marjie. I marvel at the range of your posts and all the predicaments in which you find yourself. Good thing you're able to laugh about a lot of them later.
Something like this happened to me on the downtown NYC subway, but there was not Cuban or anyone else in front of me. When I got off the train, all I wanted was a long, hot, cleansing shower. That would have served me a lot more than therapy.
I've had peach tea, and ginger tea, but I haven't had ginger peach tea? There is a deficit in my education! I shall set out to remedy this...
As for the subway story, I would have gone after the bastard, hellbent on performing an "emergency castration procedure" and probably wound up being arrested. There would have been my 15 minutes of Infamy. 😈
Ginger peach iced- a tall glass of cool perfection on a lazy summer afternoon! While I am sorry you had that subway experience, I ‘enjoyed’ the retelling. I could absolutely see it in my minds eye- and see all the people looking away.
Another intriguing life story, Marjie. I'm so sorry this happened to you but I am fascinated how you are able to tell a story about such an unpleasant event in your life and still get a few "chuckle lines" in there. You write so well!!! Don't ever stop! BTW, now you have me humming Those Were The Days (Mary Hopkin, circa 1969??).
I've had some helpful therapists. But your comments remind me of a time in my late 20's when I went into therapy to process a recent crisis situation I had extricated myself from. This therapist didn't want to hear about it at all. She insisted we start from my early childhood. Been there, done that. I was thinking short-term therapy, she wanted years of rehashing and psychoanalysis. Granted, what I could afford was a student at a training institute who was probably being coached to keep me there for the length of her training. But it was a bit like going in with a broken arm and being told you had to talk about all your childhood diseases for several appointments first.
Hahaha! You have to relay these happenings as the world has changed so much for the worse that soon no one will ever even know how to understand that these things happened. (also, loved the reality of comforting the therapist: that's why I just never have done well with having someone clean my house, I end up working with them.....and I don't want to!
Another great post, Marjie. I marvel at the range of your posts and all the predicaments in which you find yourself. Good thing you're able to laugh about a lot of them later.
Something like this happened to me on the downtown NYC subway, but there was not Cuban or anyone else in front of me. When I got off the train, all I wanted was a long, hot, cleansing shower. That would have served me a lot more than therapy.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ah the joys of public transport. I’m surprised no one was maimed by the knives in your bag…wherever that was.
Also, why aren’t the therapists leaping into the “want to hear about the time I worked in porn” offer?!
I've had peach tea, and ginger tea, but I haven't had ginger peach tea? There is a deficit in my education! I shall set out to remedy this...
As for the subway story, I would have gone after the bastard, hellbent on performing an "emergency castration procedure" and probably wound up being arrested. There would have been my 15 minutes of Infamy. 😈
I spent a few minutes trying to decide if the "Like" button was appropriate, then decided that what I liked was the way you told the story, so yes.
Always look forward to my Tuesday morning email inbox because of your posts! Thank you!
A terrific story--and very well written. I love it!
Ginger peach iced- a tall glass of cool perfection on a lazy summer afternoon! While I am sorry you had that subway experience, I ‘enjoyed’ the retelling. I could absolutely see it in my minds eye- and see all the people looking away.