today in one single hour therapy session:
- she talked me through how i was feeling about seeing that guy almost jump off a bridge and i went from shaky and heart-racy to kinda relaxed. because talking! about things!
- i taught my therapist what fanfiction is and basically said, “A lot of it’s just about…making stuff gayer? And a lot of it’s sexual. Like. A lot.”
- i taught my therapist what ageplay is because i had an incident trying to write it so that was….something…..
- we talked through all the possible memories and signs of suppressed abuse that my anxiety brain’s been compiling for three days and it’s totally not a thing and everything’s fine
- we talked about rape fantasies (ft. men) and she tried to be kink positive about it before i was, like, “NOPE, I DON’T WANT THESE” so then it was how to deal with intrusive thoughts and basically my homework is to work on interrupting my thoughts and also just to spend more time thinking about doing positive kinky stuff with ladies to get nicer fantasies
- THERAPY’S WEIRD AND I HATE IT BUT ALSO IT’S GOOD?













