mf1438
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Rants from a pissed off client – My therapist sucks
I’m tired. I don’t like to write when I’m tired. It’s like being drunk. The inhibitions seem to just fade away and what I’m left with is some kind of nonsensical rhetoric that I later and read and regret. But I’m pissed. My therapist literally pissed me off today when I asked for a special service. I designed an elaborate schema to counteract my sexual addiction using neuro linguistic programming and mirror neurons and my therapist missed her cue. I don’t know how. I made it so obvious and straight forward. All she had to do was come up with some ethically acceptable stimulus to help me get past my masturbation hang ups. I drew her a mind map and she still couldn’t get it right. Whenever I hit the dysphoric stressor, she was supposed to give me an arousal trigger to replace the bad habit with a good habit.
Cybersex, sexting, compulsive masturbation and porn addiction are the bad habits. And the clinically supervised withdrawal was supposed to be orchestrated by a one-to-one swap of desirable and pleasurable acts resulting in ejaculation. It doesn’t take much. 30 seconds of erotic stimulus leads to another 30 seconds of vigorous manual manipulation which leads to the inevitable eruption of a euphoric cum squirt. It’s an out of body experience. The endorphins are released and the reward center is placated and life moves on. Was that too much to ask? All she had to do was provide the sexual stimulus to trigger arousal. She didn’t have to do a strip tease or anything. She didn’t have to send me a selfie in a bra or do anything overtly seductive. She could have sent me a link to a recommended porn video or she could have sent me a letter to preclude the act of contrition. I didn’t ask for much because it doesn’t take much but that’s neither here nor there. She refused.
I gave her an ultimatum. I’m going to meet with her this Friday and if she doesn’t have some kind of magic formula to ease my sexual frustration and chronic anxiety, I’m going to have to look for another solution. It’s a shame though. I spent so much time grooming her. Telling her my story. All the gory details and recalling over and over again the excruciating emotional pain. I opened up my heart to be healed and she dropped the ball. She said she had to be authentic and transparent, whatever that means. All I know is when she had a chance to scratch the itch my wife always leaves unattended she refused to do it. Now, as usual, I’m stuck with a hard on with nowhere to go.
I can’t wait to fill out the customer comment card. Would you recommend her to a friend? Answer: Hell no. On a scale of 1 to 10, how good was your experience with this therapist? Answer: minus one. If there was one thing you could change about your therapeutic relationship, what would it be? Answer: Do what it takes to heal the patient and stop worrying so much about your professional ethics. Heal the wounds and bridge the gaps. Stop talking about the myriad of things you can’t do and come up with some innovative solutions for what you can do. What happens in therapy stays in therapy. It should be a safe environment to practice the beauty of imagination. The brain is the largest sex organ and if your therapist can’t stimulate the brain to help you reach an orgasm, who should and who can?
I’m tired. I don’t like to write when I’m tired. It’s like being drunk. The inhibitions seem to just fade away and what I’m left with is some kind of nonsensical rhetoric that I later and read and regret. But I’m pissed. My therapist literally pissed me off today when I asked for a special service. I designed an elaborate schema to counteract my sexual addiction using neuro linguistic programming and mirror neurons and my therapist missed her cue. I don’t know how. I made it so obvious and straight forward. All she had to do was come up with some ethically acceptable stimulus to help me get past my masturbation hang ups. I drew her a mind map and she still couldn’t get it right. Whenever I hit the dysphoric stressor, she was supposed to give me an arousal trigger to replace the bad habit with a good habit.
Cybersex, sexting, compulsive masturbation and porn addiction are the bad habits. And the clinically supervised withdrawal was supposed to be orchestrated by a one-to-one swap of desirable and pleasurable acts resulting in ejaculation. It doesn’t take much. 30 seconds of erotic stimulus leads to another 30 seconds of vigorous manual manipulation which leads to the inevitable eruption of a euphoric cum squirt. It’s an out of body experience. The endorphins are released and the reward center is placated and life moves on. Was that too much to ask? All she had to do was provide the sexual stimulus to trigger arousal. She didn’t have to do a strip tease or anything. She didn’t have to send me a selfie in a bra or do anything overtly seductive. She could have sent me a link to a recommended porn video or she could have sent me a letter to preclude the act of contrition. I didn’t ask for much because it doesn’t take much but that’s neither here nor there. She refused.
I gave her an ultimatum. I’m going to meet with her this Friday and if she doesn’t have some kind of magic formula to ease my sexual frustration and chronic anxiety, I’m going to have to look for another solution. It’s a shame though. I spent so much time grooming her. Telling her my story. All the gory details and recalling over and over again the excruciating emotional pain. I opened up my heart to be healed and she dropped the ball. She said she had to be authentic and transparent, whatever that means. All I know is when she had a chance to scratch the itch my wife always leaves unattended she refused to do it. Now, as usual, I’m stuck with a hard on with nowhere to go.
I can’t wait to fill out the customer comment card. Would you recommend her to a friend? Answer: Hell no. On a scale of 1 to 10, how good was your experience with this therapist? Answer: minus one. If there was one thing you could change about your therapeutic relationship, what would it be? Answer: Do what it takes to heal the patient and stop worrying so much about your professional ethics. Heal the wounds and bridge the gaps. Stop talking about the myriad of things you can’t do and come up with some innovative solutions for what you can do. What happens in therapy stays in therapy. It should be a safe environment to practice the beauty of imagination. The brain is the largest sex organ and if your therapist can’t stimulate the brain to help you reach an orgasm, who should and who can?
You've played a good hand and now your trying to spin Chris up again...LOL...hunting baited fields isn't fun.
