Posted by Shortelise on September 25, 2005, at 11:58:55
I am in his office with him, his new office I've yet to see, and he is sitting behind a desk. He is very fat, his head fat, his body long and fat, his legs fat but very short, sharply tapered and with little tiny tiny feet. I wonder that he can walk. He is deformed. (In actuality he is slim.)
Then I am in the hall outside of his office, can't remember leaving, can't remember the end of the session, want to talk with him for a few minutes, so I wait. I look in the outer office, there are other psychiatrists there, but he is not there, and the door to his office is closed.
I wait in the hall on a bed, taking out my jewellry and spreading it on the bed, find more jewellry between the bed and the wall, silver chains and charms. Some people come and lie on the bed next to mine, also waiting for something, they have a dog that plays, plays with me, bites me playfully on the face and head and I am afraid, I scream, my T comes, is annoyed that I have disturbed him, looks at the jewellry arrayed on the bed with impatient disdain. I try to tell him, try to explain that I couldn't remember leaving, and that there are things I need to tell him, to talk with him about. He is dismissive, thinks this a ploy for attention.
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