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.
After one particularly unhelpful session, where she veered into giving me fashion advice (!), I informed the clinic I would not be returning. She left me voicemail, clearly coached by her instructors, urging me to come in for a "closure" session. This was at the start of "closure" being the hip new buzzword. I left her voicemail saying I had all the closure I needed.
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. 😈
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'm amazed at the comments - and/or how this truly doesn't even bother me any more!
You're a strong gal, Marjie!
Or it’s the dementia…
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.
Repeat after me: I'm paying YOU.
After one particularly unhelpful session, where she veered into giving me fashion advice (!), I informed the clinic I would not be returning. She left me voicemail, clearly coached by her instructors, urging me to come in for a "closure" session. This was at the start of "closure" being the hip new buzzword. I left her voicemail saying I had all the closure I needed.
I don’t suppose you have photos…
😂😂😂
Every minute of every day I’m glad cell phones don’t exist when I was younger.
I hear ya!!!
Side note. She's not the only person in my life who has offered unsolicited fashion advice. Apparently I'm in need of lots of help
OMG lol
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!
So true!
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.
Showers are wonderful after a subway, with or without a masher OR a poor Cuban.
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?!
They’re truly an enigma.
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. 😈
That probably would have finished off the Cuban man!
Sounds like he was already trying to get away; this would have sealed the deal. "Gringas Muy Locas!" as we say in SoCal. 😜
😂
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.
LOL - thank you!
Always look forward to my Tuesday morning email inbox because of your posts! Thank you!
Thank YOU!
A terrific story--and very well written. I love it!
Thank you - imagine the money I've saved!
Ahhhh New York!