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Personal herstory:
Transference is one of my personal therapy bad girls. I can encounter a disembodied stranger on the internet and endow THEM with the attributes of one or more of entirely too many Evil Doers who contributed to the banes of my existence. No need to risk getting to know THEM. I already "know" THEY are out to get me and not to be trusted. What I can do to a stranger complete with physical form and clothing styles is truly profound when I let my transference run its conditioned course.
Equally, I can place a stranger on a pedestal and endow THEM with the strengths to save the world. THEIR falls from grace are never graceful within my personal delusions.
I have done ALLOT of therapy work to build awareness of and gather tools for this nasty reflex within my personal dysfunctions.
Current event:
The severed bond with my grandson remains quite painful. His father's place in the "Bum's Rush" feels like a declaration that, "We don't want you. We just want to drain your resources in between calling you evil names."
Sigh. . .
I have been on a chick buying binge. 2 of each breed I encounter. I have bought 18 of them this week. 1 has disappeared, one met with an accident. At present, I have 16 chicks of 9 different breeds. I am in love with their fuzzy lust for life. Been spending allot of time in the garden bed I turned into their pen.
Question:
Transference or channeling or something else, entirely?
Opines and dialogue welcome.
Transference is one of my personal therapy bad girls. I can encounter a disembodied stranger on the internet and endow THEM with the attributes of one or more of entirely too many Evil Doers who contributed to the banes of my existence. No need to risk getting to know THEM. I already "know" THEY are out to get me and not to be trusted. What I can do to a stranger complete with physical form and clothing styles is truly profound when I let my transference run its conditioned course.
Equally, I can place a stranger on a pedestal and endow THEM with the strengths to save the world. THEIR falls from grace are never graceful within my personal delusions.
I have done ALLOT of therapy work to build awareness of and gather tools for this nasty reflex within my personal dysfunctions.
Current event:
The severed bond with my grandson remains quite painful. His father's place in the "Bum's Rush" feels like a declaration that, "We don't want you. We just want to drain your resources in between calling you evil names."
Sigh. . .
I have been on a chick buying binge. 2 of each breed I encounter. I have bought 18 of them this week. 1 has disappeared, one met with an accident. At present, I have 16 chicks of 9 different breeds. I am in love with their fuzzy lust for life. Been spending allot of time in the garden bed I turned into their pen.
Question:
Transference or channeling or something else, entirely?
Opines and dialogue welcome.
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I don't really know how to label this but I having a rough week and I can't say it's one thing.... I have a lot on my plate which is nothing new and I try to cope in many positive ways and do but I still have my moments.My kids more so my daughters talk to me about everything which I know it's cause of comfort and we are close.... however I really struggle with the venting about their dad which...
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
The old hens look jealous.
Peck peck. . . :-P
I hear you re the transference .. It's a hard one... I struggle with it as well... I don't know that I will ever not have to have the awareness to recognize it and have a change just be... If someone has a more aggressive personality or speaks in an unkind way I automatically feel myself bristle.... It becomes personal and about me as opposed to being about them... until I can sort it all out in my head... take a deep breath and realize that it isn't about me and that it is about them
I still go through the initial thoughts and feelings though and when it comes to the people closest to us it becomes that much harder still
Being in your garden with your babies sounds like a nice place to be arfie... Big hug...xo
Both sons and their peripherals are, indeed, homeless, coming and going at random intervals. I feel like a boiling cauldron of ingredients entirely too complex for analysis. . . Just breathe. . .
I now have 18 chicks of 10 different breeds. I greeted the dawn with them this morning. The new chick house, built from re-purposed scraps, sits in the tomato and pepper bed. The plants are far, far past their prime. I could have pulled them weeks ago, but I am now glad I didn't. Old and gnarly as they are, the chicks love them. They peck endlessly the leaves of varying states of health and decay. The four remaining of the first six chicks spent their first night outside last night. They did not recognize the chick house as their intended nest. I had to coerce them, along with the newer, more fearful chicks, into the shelter. Their chosen nest was around the stalk of a tomato plant. I marvel at what a tiny mass 18 energetic chicks can huddle in to at night. The speed with which they calmed and settled into the chick house made me think I was on the right track. Yay me!!! It looks like I might have guessed right on how to build a safe chick place. Real world. I am not metaphoring around!
The original 4 were the first to tumble from the first night in the chick house while the remaining 14 huddled anxiously in the tiniest niche they could find inside the chick house. I played with the original 4 while I watched for the new 14 to emerge. Instead of emerging, their chirps just got louder and more desperate. The chick house is safe enough that not even I could reach them without lifting the entire house off of the bare dirt to sweep them off the pine shavings.
Transference, channeling, meditation aid or another psycho label entirely? Who cares? I'm hooked. What a great start to any day!!!