Howard ‘Tiger’ Devore explains that he is a clinical psychologist who works as a sex therapist and spent a lot of time working with people with ambiguous genitalia, people he calls ‘intersexed’. These are people who are raised with a lot of shame and secrecy, and as babies are hidden...
My therapist told me of this metaphor in nature about a rock in a river…the water makes its way around it to continue moving forward. The water doesn’t stop flowing just because it ran into a rock. And it certainly doesn’t go backwards, either.Neither should we. No matter how many...
By meditating regularly, I find myself more resilient and better able to handle the days when I do have heightened levels. As my therapist often reminds me, it is important to practice my tools when I’m feeling good so that it is easier to use the tool when I’m not feeling good. ...
To talk to my loved ones about the pain, to seek support from a therapist, to read books and articles that I find helpful, and to cry for help when I know no other option. As cliché as it sounds, it’s okay not to be okay. I’m not saying it’s easy, just that it’s real...
but someone who sees you and believes in you. Maybe more than you do. Someone who is willing to stick with you through it all. Another big part being what my therapist told me that first session. “For this hour we’re going to do two things: sit in truth and not judge ourselves....
My therapist, who helped me jump ship, is still there and now I feel I am selfishly holding onto a lifeguard who can’t swim. The current is tossing us both around but I’m wearing the life jacket. The rest of the world continues to spew brink of collapse spicy headlines, pushing ...
ThePsychic Massagewas the most incredible “connected to Spirit” experience ever in my life. To this day, when I think of this session, tears come to my eyes. Not of sadness but of joy, amazement and relief. The therapist only asked me one question: is there one particular reason you ...
I told my therapist I would like to destroy Jane’s notes, that I was ready to let them go. She asked if I wanted to do it, and I said that I was happy for her to shred them. She said they would go on her compost heap along with all her other shredded paper – I think that...
My therapist told me to keep writing. I haven’t been faithful to that request. I have been doing a lot of stuff outside of the blog. I’ve been living. Living a new (another) life and finding what has proven to be a rocky state of normalcy for me. In hindsight, perhaps keeping...
I don’t even consider myself to be that creative, so when I found the few things I make that are uniquely me stolen, I got very agitated. Maybe if I felt I had creativity flying out of me I wouldn’t be so ticked. Anyway, thanks for being my afternoon therapist and thank you ...