I think the public Psychic Toilet is in every psychiatrist office for those who can afford the pay toilet. the aa meetings would be the port a potties, a bit stinky but there when you need them.

I gotta admit, I tend to term it "vomit", which is another toilet activity, but is slightly less reprehensible if done in public simply because ... uh... okay, no, it all stinks.

My guess? You make sense in the metaphor, but the imagery would wear me down pretty quickly. Public restrooms are gnarly nasty places sometimes. And others are kept so sterile, with this lurking attendant.... Literally.... So my poor brain gets to taking metaphor and filling in literalisma nd ....

I'll just .... uh.... I have no clue, y'know that? None. There. I am publicly clueless!

Verbal Diarrhea (nice verbiage "the trots) is the term of the wah wah's whining that like simpson wrote,, negativity that gets reinforced. The dump is serious stuff...you make perfect sense, like howling at the moon...which I do regularly with dear son in mind, ah, My Angel With Horns

Maybe a vent journal for a daily constitutional?

i think what you meant got twisted around a bit. maybe.

i remember so many times your coming to me and comforting me, telling me that talking about my pain, ptsd trauma, was why we are here.

that was not your intention to make anyone feel bad for doing that on this post; i'm sure of it.

i think your intention here, was the way some people change it up - or, the way we set ourselves up - as we start perhaps, by saying we need to dump some stuff: then on we go?? maybe something like that? i haven't been on very much lately, so i can't connect to any post in particular - i hope i'm not seeming to xo

and that isn't what this is.

is that more where you were going?

i don't see you as being critical of anyone talking about their pain or struggles, not ever.

i think this was a way to insert humour and irony, as also maybe helping people to see how they may be using language to criticise themselves without knowing it.

good one! xo

I was the twister on this one, beloved Brat. Twisting words is a compulsion I can't seem to control. The best I can hope for is keeping my mouth shut, but people keep treating my mutism like a problem. . . Dare I hope I might learn how to do it well?

The twist wasn't a problem in the string of exchanges. Nobody appeared offended when it popped out. The notion of the psychic the psychic toilet has just been flapping through my imagination ever since. Thought I'd run it up the proverbial flagpole and see if anybody salutes.

LOL! it was a fun romp : )

it's good to know we can have a psychic toilet if we need one. not JUST cuss bucket- still laughing : )

i kept going back to your first line.."Somewhere along the peer support way, talk of venting and feeling wrong about complaining..."

I think i actually get it for once. Hmmm i think i do atleast.

Automatic guilt the minute I say the stuff I feel like pooping out, guilt, regret, shame all of it. FEAR of being invalidated. If only that stuff would come out like my irritable bowel loves to now and right now. On the other hand say it and be judged or don't say it and be judged, choose your purgative because it comes out either directly or in my case irritable bowel(y) or through anger and anxiety. Sounds like a win win to me, gag.

Internationalization is my goto coping style.

So...

The Great Stink...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJWLJxiWgDY

We all have assholes and good health requires we use them daily.

Maybe the public services could put the Psychic Toilet squarely between the Men's Room and the Women's room? How would we furnish it? A punching/kick bag gets my first vote.

AUTOCORRECT!!!!

Intellectualization.

My son just told me that he's never used the bathroom at his high school (neither No 1 or No 2). HOW do you do that? Did I give birth to a camel or something?

I saw the title and it was about a toilet that told the future .