Posted by Dinah on June 27, 2003, at 8:02:46
In reply to Re: I'm losing my safe space tomorrow » Dinah, posted by fallsfall on June 26, 2003, at 23:53:35
The furniture will be going with him. It's his. And the wall hangings and knick knacks have long since been memorized. Still, he let me take photos too.
It's funny. I can't recall what he looks like from session to session, but I can vividly picture what the office looks like. So he's ephemeral and I can't carry him around during the week like I can the office. Of course, I can remember what he sounds like.
Until he gained my trust, about five years into therapy, I used to tell him that it was his office I needed - not him. That I could just pay him to come sit in his office and he didn't need to be there. Did I tell you he wasn't all that fond of me for a long time? :D Our therapeutic alliance was not strong on the surface.
I have a tendency to dissociate when I get upset. He would say that it looked like I was watching angels dance in the corners of the room, angels that only I could see.
And he used to have this rug. The pattern along the edge looked like this
(_________O_________)(_________O_________)
And I would calm myself within the session by visually imagining gently rolling the balls back and forth between the "cathers". I miss that rug.
Ah, look at me. Sitting here reminiscing about a space. :)
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