Posted by Poet on June 5, 2004, at 14:43:33
Blunder #1
Poet: I'm a total b****, you said it last week, you've got to admit it's true.T: I did not say that, you're *projecting* your thoughts onto me...
Blunder #2
Poet: I was going to just shove a note under your door and quit, I should have. I just can't do this anymore.T: You're *angry* with me...
Blunder #3
Poet: I don't want to talk about suicide, you don't want to hear it and I want to spare you of it.
T: I need to hear it, why are you *protecting* me?
Projecting+anger+protecting = transference.
Why is my warped brain doing this to me now? I don't need to protect her from my thoughts, I need her to protect me from them. At least I'm angry at her, not in love with her, that's a bit of comfort.
Poet
poster:Poet
thread:354052
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