Posted by backseatdriver on June 30, 2008, at 12:47:24
In reply to I have a problem in therapy..., posted by Lucie Lu on June 30, 2008, at 11:12:40
Dear Lucie,
I think it is just so hard to believe in love. It's invisible, it can't be counted or measured, it leaves no trace except what it leaves inside you, me, all of us. Which, sadly, is a lot of disappointment and hurt, otherwise we wouldn't be here or in therapy.
I think some lucky people feel loved when other people do love them; they accurately perceive other people's positive intentions and dispositions toward them. I wonder it this must be like, to feel securely loved, to feel certainty about it.
I have gathered from your other posts that your T is taking a vacation soon. Is that right? Could the prospect of the separation be the trigger that is bringing the "stranger" into the room?
Yours,
The Backseat Driver (and my Stranger, too - it seems I am almost never without this irritating dude, grr...)
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