Sunday, 9 March 2008


This is a very bland original sexual encounter.

I was ritually abused by an older boy at school wearing a nun's wimple.

This is what you might have said if you were more interesting or less boring. I find your case exceptionally mediocre, completely middle of the road and uninspiring. I think you are insufferably ordinary. I hate you caroline. You mean nothing to me. I treat you only to earn a living and to have something to laugh about after we have finished. You are nothing to me.

How do you feel about this? This is therapy? Is this therapy?

Thursday, 6 March 2008


I started late, I think.

I was always more focussed on good grades, friends, etc., than boys. I didn't have a boyfriend or anything, all through school. It didn't really interest me.

I think the first time I had an 'eroticised thought', I was nineteen. I had gone to the cinema with a boy from my college. I didn't really think too much about it, though. I mean, I didn't think we were going on a date or anything.

Well, after the cinema, instead of driving me home, we parked in a carpark, and he kissed me, and I kissed him back, and then we started having sex.

It felt nice, and I remember thinking, 'Oh.'

Tuesday, 4 March 2008


I presume you mean that you would like to eat a cheeseburger. I'm not hungry thank you - I am a therapist.

I couldn't help but notice that during that last sentence of yours you casually held up a card to me that says "I want to fuck you" on it. This is unhealthy caroline.

Also when you were talking about burgers you took your top off.

You need to learn to vocalise your desires Caroline otherwise you will develop an anal/anal/aural/oral fixation. I think we need to to talk about your childhood in a bit of depth in order to work out when your dangerous erotic impulses started to manifest themselves.

Do you remember your first eroticised thought?