"Now that hurt", I said.
My therapist was relatively quiet while I talked, until I mentioned that Paul Newman had died, which elicited from her a dramatic gasp.
My therapist was relatively quiet while I talked, until I mentioned that Paul Newman had died, which elicited from her a dramatic gasp.
"Kill myself" and "Kill it myself" have very different meanings and the typo earned me 30 hours of group therapy.
All those years of play-threatening her with the kitchen knives sent her into therapy and the entire time I thought she knew I was kidding!
After years of therapy through many different theories and techniques, my final diagnosis is that I'm not, as suspected, crazy, but merely weird.