Hi I'm Hazel! And basically for me: sex bad, cuddles and kisses good. I'm not sexually attracted to anyone but I'm...very romantic. Help.
Problem is, I'm so starved for love that after my most recent breakup I'm super sad and just wanting to cuddle with someone.
Me and my ex broke up after complications with my sexuality. All he wanted was for me to suck him off or get railed by him but the thought of it every single time just makes me sick. So he basically said "sorry this ain't working out" and left me.
I wanna be in a relationship where we both mutually respect each other and there's nothing sexual at all. Just cuddling, kissing, and maybe even hand holding if we're feeling scandalous.
But how do I find a relationship like this? How do I find my Romeo (or Juliet I lean both ways) that can fulfill my lonely, sad heart? T^T
I just want to be lived by someone who doesn't want me just for sex...I'm tired of it...
(Edit: I forgot about dating apps. Are there any for ace peeps?) (Edit #2: Is there a nonbinary equivalent to Romeo/Juliet? Like I said I just want cuddles and to talk about like interests I don't really care)
Hi, to get to the chase, I'm not popular and I have no experience in relationships with women, I'm in my 20s. I have this coworker who confessed their feelings to me and we went on on a great 1st date and about to go to dinner for our second date. We text each other everyday and recently we shared embarrassing high-school photos with each other. I like this girl, and I see us having a long relationship together. I think it's safe to say she has feelings for me too, but when do I ask this girl to be my girlfriend? Kiss? Am I waiting too long so she'll think I'm not interested? Help a helpless guy.
It'd be cool to see an actually incompetent or mostly-incompetent damsel in distress romance anime. I hope this post doesn't offend; I'm a girl who thinks this is a genuinely romantic dynamic (helpless girl/devoted protector guy).
Any suggestions based on this idea, please?
i suppose it could be either and it very possibly could depend on the scenario but people mumble and idk which it is
edit: that was fast lol and thank you
POV – Francis:
The rain pattered softly around me, clouds grey and trees barren. I was standing over her grave once again. Watching the men slowly fill the pit with mud and hide away her beautiful soul once again. Tears coursed down my face, hot where the rain was cold.
As the last shovelful of dirt landed with a wet thud, I took the white rose I’d been holding and laid it gently where the tombstone would be placed.
“Beloved” it would read on white marble.
Just like the rest of the graves in this particular plot.
As I turned and left, I made sure to rev my engine, and catch the workers attention. I wanted them to know I was driving recklessly. Wanted them to know I was overwrought with grief, and then I sped off. I zigged and zagged through traffic and raced towards the coast.
I was going to drive off the cliff.
Again.
I was immortal after all, and the rocks at this bluff were quite effective at smashing cars, and ‘losing bodies.’
And Maeve had just died.
Again.
For an immortal being, living without her was useless. My feet dragged, and I was loathed to even get out of bed.
But I’d learned over the years that Maeve’s soul was immortal. Reborn into a new body as the last passes. It usually took about twenty years for me to find her, and we’d have a whirlwind romance, and then tragically time after time, she’d die.
Cancer. Car accidents. Murdered. She’d even fallen down the stairs wrong and broken her neck.
She rarely made it past thirty-five.
Every time, I’d have her body buried at the same cemetery, in the same plot. With the same marble headstone that only read ‘Beloved.’
POV – Maeve:
How long could it go on without me telling him? How many ‘life-times’ could we spend together?
Currently counting? Thirty-four.
I watched from the shore, far below the cliff I knew he’d use again. It was his favorite after all.
Francis is a wonderful man – but living the same life repeatedly was boring.
Plus, he was always so happy when he ‘found’ me. It was adorable really.
But honestly, fifteen years of marriage, blissfully happy, then twenty years or so before I let myself be ‘found’ it was a fantastic life I lived.
Of course, I always watched him, and laughed at his antics as he tried to guess where I’d next appear. He even had a room with maps, and strings trying to guess if I died in one location, how far away I would be ‘born’ in another.
It was probably cruel of me, but forever is a really long time.
Some day I’d tell him. Give up the g
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Hello. Fairly new to this but thought I would try... So recently (last couple of years) everything in my life has fallen apart. I mean everything! Literally everything... I challenge everyone to try a piece of life that hasn't fallen apart for me lol. There is 1 answer that I know of at this point in time and I try to keep it alive. Can you guess it?
Anyways... that being said. How do I come back from the depths of hell? To be clear, I now have a job, phone and a place to stay atm. Other than a small shed (which is likely to be sold) with my most precious items, photos and etc I have nothing to my name. Although I have income, my debt seems insurmountable and it just really depresses me. I eat Ramen noodles or cheese sandwiches to save money.. I cannot afford rent in my area, especially since I l have no transportation options atm.. I see my two daughters 4 days a month, best part of my life hands down! But the other 20 some days of each month are hell. 12 hour works days and sometimes I dont even get my Sunday off. I know I could better myself with school but don't have the time with my work. And I can't honestly afford less hours. I don't own a computer for home schooling and honestly a trade school is about my only option around here.
Background, I was raised in a poor family and found my own way to a decent income for my area, 75k, but Literally lost everything over drama from my ex. She spread lies and tore my world apart in less than a year. Yes, some was my own undoing I admit, but the majority was her and she later admitted to me she felt bad for running my name through the mud. But that did little to change what had happened.
Long story short... where/how do I even begin to put things back together? I'm not a quitter and never will be. I should add that I also have ADHD and struggle to stay on task, can't afford my medication atm. That is no excuse, I know, but coupled with depression/anxiety it makes it even harder.
Please help! I am open to answer any questions if that will help you help me lmao. But I am really starting to sink to a point I feel I cannot recognize the importance of being here.
So I am a 20 year old guy that is very old fashion in his ways. Going out on dates like dinner, movies, activities, spending time with a person is what I want. I’m very inactive on my phone when physically with someone because I just don’t believe they are necessary for a date unless you need it for emergencies or as the most I’ll use my phone for, GPS to go somewhere for an activity with said person.
But my issue is meeting people and trying to get my foot in the door to go back into the dating scene. I’ve been single for almost 8 months and I believe I’m really ready to get back out on the dating market. But I struggle just meeting people. I work a union trade job as a carpenter, I am a musician by night but I never really meet people my age when doing shows. I do dabble in technology like computers and such from time to time, a car fanatic in classic cars, and also work on guns and shoot trap and skeet for fun.
I just don’t know the right foot to step in to get in that dating game again. I’ve tried bumble and Tinder but I am not a fan of those because I feel like I judge way too much based on looks and what they post in bios instead of genuinely getting to know the person. I play a lot of gigs but most of my shows consist of a lot of older people and I am not trying to catch a cougar by any means. Any helpful tips and ideas on what I could do to get back out there meeting people to find “the one”?
My wife and I went through a rough patch last year and while things still aren't great, we are committed to making our relationship stronger. One thing I really want to be better at next year is my pursuit of her through at least monthly date nights and/or activities. As the title suggests, my romantic skills are less than impressive. Wanted to get some good ideas I could bank for the upcoming year to surprise her and really get this flame going again. We are really watching the budget too, so the more creative the better. God bless all and Merry Christmas!
Apologies kung meron nang nag post nito, or sa tingin nyo na this is not related to Philippines, but I strongly believe that Alain's ideas are really applicable to the everyday life of us millennials dito sa Pinas and that this belongs here.
To the mods, I think this post is relevant for three reasons:
-the shallow, petty, "hugot" mentality that stalks the country, and the media poisoning young Filipino's take on love
-the emergence of mental health issues in our country
-the powerful grip of religion in our country
I wanted to share my three favorite Alain lectures. One about "romantic love", second about "Success/Career Anxiety", and lastly, a much sensitive one, regarding "Religion". I suggest watchiing with captions as he speaks really fast.
Romantic Love https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-iUHlVazKk&
Success/Career Anxiety https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtSE4rglxbY&
Religion for Atheists https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Br8m2S98HU4
I was motivated to post these lectures since there's engagement here in the sub regarding the topics. I don't care if at the end you reject everything, feel free to think for yourself. I myself don't agree 100% to everything he says. I may or may not reply sa mga magco-comment, di ako magaling makipag debate and I just end up insulting people. But feel free to share your insights regarding Alain's ideas.
yes, usually to be sure i fuck girls in the midlle of the park and shit, next to the ducks etc, and when im sure they are harmeless i can take her to dinner and fuck her on the restaurant table.. i'm just an helpless romantic idk
Me and My girlfriend are both stand up comedians and decided to dip our toes into the podcast world. Our show is called Helpless Romantics, in the show we will be reviewing The Pick Up Artist, a short lived VH1 reality show about turning "dorks" into studs as they are taken under there wing by a "pick up artist" The show will eventually showcase other such bad reality programs or media on a range of topics surrounding people getting bad dating advice. Find it on apple podcast or listen on our buzzsprout
https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/helpless-romanticss-podcast/id1388530621
https://www.buzzsprout.com/180030/710763-episode-1-the-pick-up-artist
Let me back up 4 years ago when I met this girl in a bar. I am a foreigner and was there as a tourist at the time. We danced all night, she was pretty drunk because of a recent break up and we kissed pretty much all night. I was just passing by so I did not see her again before I left back to my country. While there we ended up talking more than 3 hours every day on Skype for a good two months. I obviously started to get feelings for her even though we were 7000 miles away from each other. Meanwhile my visa was getting ready and I was supposed to come back and we would have ended up together. But during our last Skype, we talked sex and she mentions no sex before marriage, she hanged up on me crying after seeing my reaction to it. 3 years later brings us to summer 2011 and I contact her again after breaking up with an other girl with whom i spent 2 years with. I dont know why I did, I just felt so much better seeing her. I told her What I was going through and we started talking a lot again. She would pick me up at 4pm and bring me back at 6am. Just talking, but I never had a moment where I was bored. Of course I wanted more but I wanted to go easy as I was still in the mourning phase of the break up. A few weeks later she drives 2h30 to see me for my bday and leaves 10 minutes upon arrival because of a "friend" of mine who made a really rude comment. Could not blame her to do so, so I sent her flowers to apologize. She called me and left the cutest message ony voicemail. She was so excited by the gesture. We were supposed to see each other for a late bday but she ended up busy. Feeling something was off, I asked her why she was ignoring me and she asked me to give her time and space as I was being invasive according to her. I let her go and tried to forget about her. She called me back 3 weeks ago out of the blue. She wanted to see me. I asked her why out of the blue and she apolgized for taking her distance but things were going to fast for her and she did not want to be my rebound. That was an actual honnest answer so I agreed to see her. I bring her to the most romantic place I know of in LA and after dinner we go back to my place. No sex, Just kissing, caressing and pleasuring her. I see her again the next week end. This time I cook for and in front of her.We watch a movie and go to bed and this time I go a little further and gave her oral sex. She unbuttoned my jeans but she did not do more than that so I did not try anything as I dont know where she
... keep reading on reddit ➡I feel really lonely guy, I've gone to an all-boys high school for four years(big mistake) and I don't like most of the people I've gone to school with. I've had one girlfriend my whole life, and she went off to date my former best friend from school less than a month after breaking up with me. All the other girls I've known in my life who I've had feelings for have blown me off without much explanation. Side effect of my stupidity is that I have one single female friend I can think of, she has a bf. I'm embarrassed to explain these feelings to anyone because it's sort of in my nature to hold things in. I can't sleep at night sometimes because I just feel so alone. I wish I had a girl who I could rest my head in her lap and just fall asleep in. In a weird way I think I'd finally feel at peace. Peace out bros and bro-ettes.
I don't care whether it's science fiction or young adult or any other type of book. I want to fill my tbr list with hopeful books and happy endings!!🌅
DISCLAIMER- I am not the original poster. This is a repost sub, OP is u/hell_hath_no_fury__
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Bad Company (10/6/21)
Wolves travel in packs. Elephants form herds. Birds flock together. Cheaters keep close company. Could this last statement be true? I believe so; let me tell you all a story. My STBX had 2 close friends. These friends, along with their amazing wives, would spend time with my STBX and I going to dinners, children's birthday parties, concerts and football Sundays. While the wives and I had no connection except our husbands we ultimately became friends. This is the story of those women, their STBXs, and how narcissists attract narcissist friends. These women are all now divorced or going through the process. We have found strength in each other and for that I am grateful. If you thought my story was intense, I hope this post makes you realize there are women in situations just as inconceivable as mine. I addressed the other 2 members of The First Wives Club about posting their stories and they were excited to let the world know (anonymously of course) their stories. I asked each woman to select a nickname that represented their ex and I'm excited to tell you the story of Dobby and Campanella.
Dobby: This man was an outgoing man who was always the life of the party. Sometimes irresponsible but always concerned with the well being of ot
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Bless whoever reads this in its entirety.
Dec 17 2021 I woke up in the morning, still blacked out from a two week bender that began with "I can have a few drinks, I just can't overdo it." I had shit myself, pissed myself, and thrown up all over the bedroom. I was confused about where I was, couldn't walk, and eventually passed out and couldn't be woken up again.
My at-home breathalyzer couldn't read my level of intoxication because it was so high. By the time I got to the hospital my blood alcohol was .54. I didn't remember a solid 3 days before going to the hospital, nor my first 3 days in the hospital itself. By the 4th day my brain started to create memories again, though still foggy at best. I was pumped full of Ativan until I was declared medically stable enough to be transferred to a detox facility.
I spoke to my boyfriend and my mom on the phone the day before I was transferred. They both agreed I had to go to rehab or I wasn't allowed home, nor was he. He was already in detox and asked me to go to the same facility (knowing damn well it was grounds for being kicked out if we got caught) knowing I was terrified of the idea of rehab and had been adamantly against it; No matter how unmanageable my life had become, no matter the toll alcohol had taken on my physical health at the age of only 25, no matter how many relationships I had destroyed as a direct result of my drinking, I still remained adamantly anti-rehab. I quoted one of my favorite television shows, "Rehab profits off repeat customers." I identified as an alcoholic and accepted that as endgame.
I completed detox in only 3 days having been already partly detoxed at the hospital. I was then transferred to rehab status. My first week, I threw temper tantrums, disregarded staff orders, isolated myself from other patients (with the exception of my boyfriend) and refused to go to groups. I was purposely on a mission to get kicked out. I did not want to be there, and I resented my boyfriend for having "made me" go.
My second week of rehab I started becoming more compliant, less unreasonable and open to attending groups. I was beginning to feel better physically, having gotten through the worst and most dangerous period of alcohol withdrawal. I listened to other addicts' stories, began utilizing my assigned counselor as a resource, and as I became more and
... keep reading on reddit ➡I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
Hey everyone!
John Hersey here. This is the first and likely only time I will ever address you all, the bachelor sub, directly. So let me take this opportunity to first thank all of you for the support, the laughs, the love, and the undeniably outspoken personalities that I have had the wonderful pleasure of being exposed to while here. You guys are fun (most of the time, haha).
I’m sure there’s no question why I’ve chosen this moment to speak up- this has been a wild couple days to say the least. I am absolutely in favor of everybody having their own opinion, voicing that opinion, and hell, arguing and yelling about that opinion. What hurts me, however, is watching SO many of you build assumptions and throw around accusations based on very limited knowledge of a situation. I cannot (and do not) blame anyone for this, because it is the nature of a private situation to be clear only to those closest to it. However, I do intend to share some insights that will hopefully allow you to better understand me, katie, and our relationship.
Katie and I developed an incredible and deep friendship over the last half year or so. The circumstances by which this friendship formed was a series of crazy, random, and coincidental events, that I’m sure you will all hear about at a later time. My point for now, is that we were ALWAYS platonic. Even during my short stint on the season, we never had a chance to foster anything romantic (read as: John blew his chance and left the next day hahaha). The boundaries of our friendship with respect to her ongoing relationship never even required addressing, because it was never a thought in our minds that we would ever be anything more. You guys- she was engaged. It is apparent that many of you misjudge how both her and I view that commitment. Neither Katie nor I would ever cheat, push someone to cheat, or be involved in cheating. It is not in our nature. It is not acceptable. It is not okay. On second thought, maybe this message deserves its own paragraph:
There was no wrongdoing prior to the end of their engagement.
Furthermore, I understand that the timeline seems fast and messy. But I urge you to put yourselves in our shoes. Once Katie and I realized there was a romantic connection that we were interested in exploring, we were not starting from scratch; we were building off of the foundation of a close friendship through which, we had already gotten to know each other so well. The speed at which I fell for this incredible
... keep reading on reddit ➡I should clarify that I played Habbo back in its hayday, so things might have changed since then. I didn’t even realise that the game was still going until I logged back in today. I’ll be talking about the game in past tense, even though it technically still exists. If I say something which is now out of date, please correct me in the comments.
Also, beware that this post contains racism, antisemitism, paedophilia, and child exploitation.
If you're ready, then take your room key, open the door, and descend with me into the depths of hell.
#Welcome to the Hotel
Habbo was an online game created in 1999 by Sulake, a Finnish Company, though it found its feet in England. The premise was simple - players created and decorated rooms, customised their outfits, and interacted with others. It found its greatest success in the early 2000s, aimed at people too old for Club Penguin but not old enough for Second Life. While it was possible to enjoy Habbo for free – it cost nothing to sign up and you could spend time in its large ‘public’ rooms – the game became aggressively monetised early on, and pioneered systems which would only become commonplace years later. Since you could not buy furniture without spending money, your rooms would be barren and grey, and you would have very ugly clothing options. The game was based around money and materialism. It was a capitalist playground designed for children. There were a LOT of disappointed parents who found out their kids had snuck out their credit cards, or called the Habbo Credits line during the night. They were simply helpless in the face of a company psychologically manipulating them to spend, and this was before society had come to recognise these techniques.
Players were able to pay real-world money in order to buy credits, the game’s currency, and these could be used to purchase furniture from the game’s virtual catalogue. Habbo set up [numerous brand deals]( http
... keep reading on reddit ➡>“We’ve got it,” Fred whispered. “We’ve been improving it." [Percy’s Head Boy] badge now read Bighead Boy.
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>Harry forced a laugh.
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>– ‘Prisoner of Azkaban’: at the Leaky Cauldron
Percy Weasley is mocked, pranked, insulted, belittled and laughed-at, including by his own father, in his last three years at Hogwarts. He works exceptionally hard: 12 OWLS and a flush of NEWTS, Prefect, Head Boy. This outstanding, high-flying student then joins the Ministry of Magic, the only Weasley kid to follow in Arthur’s footsteps, where he is promoted twice within a year.
Percy is not dashing and daring like Bill, not a sportsman like Charlie. To secure recognition in the swelling family he commits to an idea: to be the good boy. He has swallowed box-and-all Molly’s diktats on rules and propriety. Unlike the Twins that follow, he is never in trouble. Percy is his mother’s favourite, which brings him into conflict with his more liberated brothers and sister. His mother shoves Percy’s immaculate behaviour down her children’s throats, inviting their animosity, making him a target. Percy succeeds and his parents reward his success: 12 OWLS = Screech Owl. But this arrangement has a flaw. Failure is not an option: Percy must be perfect or nothing.
Ambition is a strong streak in the Weasley children. Percy’s Mirror of Erised reflection would not be dissimilar to his brother Ron’s, just switch Quidditch Captain to Minister for Magic. Percy, like his brothers, wants to be a hero to his family. Bill and Charlie are sensible enough to pursue careers abroad. Percy, the fool, goes to the British Ministry. The boy who cannot make mistakes must make his blunders right under his family’s nose.
BOOKS! AND CLEVERNESS!
>There was Percy, jumping up and down like a maniac, all dignity forgotten.
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>– ‘Prisoner of Azkaban’: Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup
Percy is not exactly who he appears to be. In ‘Chamber of Secrets’, he delivers one of the slyest, driest jokes in the series when he advises Harry on new subjects: “It's never too early to think about the future, so I'd recommend Divination.”
Pomposity is a shield against constant mocking. Given his advanced spellcraft, Percy is a saint not to flatten brother Fred during the Burrow years, or to murder him in his bed. Such is Percy’s prestigious magical skill he later transfigures Pius Thicknesse into a sea urchin: “Hello Minister! […] Did I mention I’m resigning?”
Percy is
... keep reading on reddit ➡Sooo I'm in quite a pickle here. My boyfriend is strictly gay and i wanted to try to be a man for him and everything went fine for 2 months. Now i'm starting to feel dysphoric again and i wonder if i can really do it. Besides that i'm browsing on here and thinking to myself "i wish i could look like that" or "i wish i was on hrt". Now i have no idea what i want or if i can life happily as a man for the rest of my life, but at the same time i deeply love him. Any advice for a helpless romantic like me?
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I’m going to describe to you a very simple man who’s in possession of a very impressive accomplishment. Steve Virrina, like most 42 year old men residing in lower Manhattan, has a stunning wife, a small child and a job in finance. Very simple. What’s very impressive, however, is that he currently holds a board seat on the pharmaceutical company which makes the world’s strongest benzodiazepines, while also heading the fund that finances the obscenely expensive, upscale rehab center specializing in assisting patients who've become addicted to said benzodiazepines. So, whether these aforementioned drugs bring forth your salvation or your utter ruin, simply by ingesting them, you’ve actively contributed towards increasing his already enormous wealth every … single … day.
Since October of 2017, Steve began considering filling the void left by Harvey Weinstein in the movie world when it came to having the money and power of a 1930s studio head, but with the respect and prestige of a French auteur. A powerful combination that hadn’t been seen before. Don’t think for a moment that he lacked the same appetite for women as the disgraced son of Miriam and Max. In fact, I knew him to be a habitual cheater with a rotating cast of college aged sugar babies coming in and out of his various pied-á-terres, all strategically located near certain highways in every borough of New York except for Staten Island. The thing about Steve, however, is that he always enjoyed rejecting both women and lucrative business proposals. He truly enjoyed rejecting deals more than most people enjoyed actually closing deals. He was, like all Virrinas, raised to never make decisions until after a third offer. And this, along with an unusually demanding schedule, is what kept him out of trouble with aspiring starlets, careerist interns and models looking to break into the New York film scene. For the time being, at least.
I’d retired a few years ago and was enjoying my days of finally being able to watch my kids grow when I got a call from Steve in the late Fall of 2019. The last time we spoke was when I fixed an issue regarding a famous middle-aged star who was being blackmailed by a New York Post journ
... keep reading on reddit ➡tl;dr Found a therapist that I trusted to talk with about feelings that I had been repressing for decades. But after a month she tells me I'm becoming too dependent on her for validation and too unstable for her capabilities. She puts a new diagnosis (Dependent Personality Disorder) on me that basically tells me I'm compulsively needy and dependent, and which only strengthens the toxic shame about expressing my feelings that most of us with CPTSD suffer with. She triples her charge for two of our sessions without warning, and then cancels them altogether. I am now so so ashamed, dissociating and unable to take any action. Intellectually, I know that she's wrong, but emotionally, I'm totally lost.
I've been talking to this therapist I found on headway.co for about a month. I came to her after a few months of realizing that I probably have CPTSD.
My symptoms have put me in a bit of a crisis, I'm separated from my wife for months due to symptoms making me unable to deal with some immigration paperwork on time. And this therapist, believing I was in 'crisis' because of my situation and location, increased our sessions from 1 to 3 per week. I had been dissociating a LOT during this time and was trusting her insight.
I felt like things were going pretty well. Through the therapy, I started becoming acquainted with emotions of fear, anger, loss, sadness, helplessness, etc that I realized were there all through my adult life, but were repressed with toxic shame.
I felt like we had a particularly good connection, we were similarly minded on many topics, and she had this incredible ability to know my current mental and emotional state better then I did with just the way I would answer the phone. She would also be very encouraging and supportive, telling me she was proud of the progress I was making, that she enjoyed and felt intellectually stimulated by our sessions, and that, beneath my symptoms, I was clearly a very intelligent, deep-thinking and creative man who was on a positive trajectory towards healing with her. All this, with the frequency of our sessions and my isolation abroad during the worst weeks of Omicron, meant that our relationship became really close. This was the first time I ever allowed myself to lean on someone emotionally, she really seemed to be encouraging it, and it really seemed to be helping me become more authentic and honest to and about myself. I was definitely more miserable in some ways, but I wasn't dissociating anymore an
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