I had an absolutely lovely weekend with Andrew. Since I recently wrote about excessive amounts of sexual trauma at work, I’m still feeling quite jumpy, but overall less anxious. I have been quite depressed though. After feeling miserable at work this week, it’s been such a lovely weekend. I saw Andrew earlier in the week.…
As a therapist, people sometimes ask me how I cope, spending all day, listening to people’s problems. And they’re right to ask. In a standard week, I have several conversations about suicide, as well as talking to people about how they were abused as children, or attacked, tortured, trafficked or nearly killed as adults. Most…
I’m going to write about the last few weekends in the wrong order. The last post was about Andrew meeting my parents. It went OK, but I found aspects of it a bit disappointing. The next weekends: we celebrated our one year anniversary, which was OK but, again, a bit disappointing then we were supposed…
*Apologies for the delay writing this post. I was writing a different post, which was a bit more esoteric, but I’ve decided to come back to that. Then, every spare moment, I’ve been re-touching the sodding woodwork in my bathroom.* Last weekend, Andrew and I had our first conversation about moving in together. On Friday,…
One of the ‘challenges’ that Andrew and I have come across, is sex not lasting as long as we might’ve hoped. It’s a challenge we often ‘come across’ unexpectedly quickly! Andrew seems to feel a lot worse about it than I do. The layout of my gynaecological zones means I’m never going to come from…
Last weekend, I met Andrew’s parents. For a while, he’d been speaking vaguely about us going back to his home city for Easter. (I won’t say where he’s from, to avoid identifying him, but it’s one of the smaller cities, a couple of hours from London.) Then, by Thursday, nothing had been mentioned, so I…
A couple of weeks ago, I had my last counselling session. I had a few final topics I wanted to talk through with her, while I still had the chance the trip to Paris, and how Andrew got depressed some work pressures an issue with my friend Ruth As I was walking to the session,…
I wrote most of this post back in February, but then everything happened with the anniversary of the fire and I wanted to write about that instead, and didn’t get round to completing this. Now it feels more relevant as Part Two of this saga has come up. Andrew and I had our first proper…
Last week it was my birthday. It was one of the best birthdays I’ve had. I had the week off work, and started the day at the house of a friend who moved away from London a few years ago. I’d driven up to see her the day before, and we went out for a…
A few weeks ago, it was pancake day. Andrew and I arranged he would come to mine, and we’d make pancakes together (we actually did it on Ash Wednesday because of his shifts). We agreed he’d come around at about 8.00pm. We had this conversation about traditional pancakes ingredients, during the day. I got annoyed…
Dater Analysis 