Equals? Equality? I'm reminded of the eighteenth century, Prozac. An endearing concept, anyway. No we meet in the deeply unequal therapuetic relationship. But I wonder, did they not teach you Socrates at Ashwood? I know nothing but I can say, with some certainty, that there is an I who knows nothing. I can say it...
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Equals? Equality? I'm reminded of the eighteenth century, Prozac. An endearing concept, anyway. No we meet in the deeply unequal therapuetic relationship. But I wonder, did they not teach you Socrates at Ashwood? I know nothing but I can say, with some certainty, that there is an I who knows nothing. I can say it...
regards.
Fair enough.
Which is why I felt it right for P-therapist to treat my suggestion as risible.
If I were a therapist I'd treat it as risible too...
damn. a PhD. i don't think i'm witty enough to leave a comment.
like i didn't feel inadequate enough...
yup, catnapping, notice how quiet i've become too, don't even know half the time what they're on about anymore.
Is it not the perogative of mothers not to know, or at least to-feign-not-knowing what their sons are talking about?
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