Somewhere along the peer support way, talk of venting and feeling wrong about complaining met with commentary about ". . .needing dump this shit." I have since been plagued with images of psychic toilets. I believe that more often than not, complaining about my personal yaddahs is as inappropriate as public defecation, but when ya gotta go, ya gotta go. I find myself with a growing wish to have enough psychic toilets where I can move the bowels of my psyche whenever the need arises.
Am I making sense or am I lost in metaphor again?
I wanted to say thanks for a comment, but all of SimponsOK's messages seem to be gone?If you see this: I hope you're well, SimpsonsOK. Thank you for the supportive words you share here.
In my last session with my therapist,he told me that my abusive ex was past the lowest end on the empathy scale,while i am past the highest end.i see that in all of you,being so empathetic to one another, when abuse could have turned you bitter and cold.Of course sometimes having a lot of empathy or being an HSP can hurt because we feel the pain of others so intensly,so grounding ourselves is...