Sam was reading the news from his RSS Reader…

and one was about new e-book reader device.

So he went to see the titles available at the manufacturer’s website,

and among the psychology titles there was this one that

I did find particularly interesting.

So I went to check it out furtherly by looking into

the book content’s and covers preview (at competition’s website).

We also googled the author and she turned to be

truly an academic/intellectual author (which pleased

our Intellectual Alter, as well – so not only The Bold One,

but other alters were satisfied with the finding :) ).

So, we proudly present our “Bad” One’s room/new blog made according to his/her own needs and preferences.

@ Dawn – Since you came here in the role of professional therapist AND were the one who has first used the extremely rude derogatory language as “pseudologia fantastica, mythomania, or pathological lying” instead of showing some maturer emotionally literate ways to establish contact with your prospective new clients, it revealed you as a therapist to be as low as possible on the scale of emotional literacy, the literacy without which you shouldn’t be allowed to work as professional therapist…

To conclude – instead of the client-therapist dictionary, illiterate therapists like you could really use some “Emotional literacy for completely illiterate professional therapists” guide.

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Today I posted another comment along the lines of emotional literacy. Below I quote, copypaste, my comment from Kathy’s blog, here:

By implying that it was expressed instead of another (“correct”) emotion, the “correctness” ( = validity) of one particular emotion (be it anger or any other emotion) is being questioned.

And I don’t like emotions to be questioned!

They need to be acknowledged, firstly.

And, secondly, we need to learn a repertoire of creative ( = non-destructive) ways to express the emotion (all of them).

That’s all. Easier said then done, of course ;)

And another thing.

It is especially counter-productive to say to the traumatized client “you should look at the pain instead of expressing anger”. Nope! Learning creative repertoire of (non-destructive) ways to express the anger is all we need!

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Here you can read my f…(…reudian not?) interpretation of what did a provocatively sounding fxckfeelings.com really want to say, but they failed :).

My interpretation is that what did they really want to say is revealed when the x variable – speaking in terms of computer languages – is assigned the right value. And the right value is ‘a‘, not the letter ‘u‘.

Why?

Because, what Dr. Lastnam* really wanted to say by “f*ck your feelings” is  not that we should f u ck our feelings, but that we should (f…) acknowledge them and then do the right thing.

At least this is how I understand him and his ghost-writer after reading their inaugural posting.

On the other hand, they did f*ck up (here ‘u’ is to be inserted, though :)) their twitter post with a link

I am acknowledging it makes me feel good those Harvard asses can’t even make a decent link right ;) and I am going to do the right thing and publish my tweet with the right link. Oh, I just did it. :)

NOT funny

anymore

because

one of our alters

changed it

to reflect

the truth

about DID

• so, if you want the original -  funny one

and have a good laughter,

click here

otherwise proceed with caution…

…

The joke… not funny anymore

printscreen image of a Twitter post by BTC with her links to the Yalom interview

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Note No.5

Meta-source: http://www.google.com/notebook/public/15007374035221757547/BDQgkQgoQyaHQ7_gj

An average parent makes at least one tiny mistake per day – it’s inevitable because an average one has other things to direct his/her attention to, not just parenting. I know, I am parent. If not ones’ own inner children (i.e. therapy and recovery process), then at least there is job or housework (if not both, or, all of the tree).

How many “sorry”‘s does then an average parent owe to an adult child?

If they immediately or during the day or within a reasonable delay manage to apologize for the mistakes done, then none apologies are owed. But such a parents must be exceptions to the rule.

The rest of (average) parents skip an opportunity to do it on several occasions.

Let us say it is a safe estimate to say at least once a week a parent skips an apology.

Lets multiply… once (1) x (4 weeks) x (12 months) x (18 years) = 846 skipped apologies.

A lot, isn’t it?

And remember we are talking an average (good-enough?!), i.e. non-abusive parent only…

@ David – oh, my, I now understand a connection that was felt by some alters towards you despite the literary (intellectually) elitist defense that has frightened our other alters at your blog.

The alter, the suicidal (I prefer to label it self-hatred alter because I agree with my host that it is not the behavior but the extreme emotion what happens to be a driving force behind alters), you were describing above, is almost an exact copy of my self-hatred alter!

“(…) there is nothing that this alter admits to wanting, except wanting our shared body to be dead. S/he wants only the cessation of our existence”

Reading the above quote, I had to smile because that’s how he felt, and he was deaf to all reasons and arguments coming from the rest of us (our system) and encouragements that he, too, can learn to enjoy life if he only let us help him.

He hated to be offered (or getting) help by anyone at all (even more than I – the bold alter – do ;) )…

“(…) the only thing this alter ever does, aside from wishing we were all dead, is to sit in his/her room, watching static patterns on the television”

My self-hatred alter could be distracted by being shown the same cartoons over and over (any new cartoons would just make him want our body to cease to exist, no matter what.). Nothing could make him a bit happier or wanting to learn to enjoy life, those cartoons just distracted him (they didn’t make him any happier, though!). He had only one wish – to see me dead, and since I saw no other option but to let him express and fulfill his dream, a had a series of most vivid dreams.

In one of those dreams which I had in several  consequent (consecutive) nights I have thrown my body on the knife (going through my heart and I died).

The other dream was of experiencing heaving brain stroke and I could see my brain dying one brain center after another – until there was dead body left on the bed and I was leaving the body).

The third dream was of our body walking, refusing to hide, in the middle of atom bomb attack, exposing to the explosions until the body was fried to death.

Making his dreams true in a way,   make made him feel valid and acknowledged and his extreme feelings accepted by the rest of us (our system). It felt a kind of gift given to him by the rest of us that made him a satisfied little boy, and now being able to learn to enjoy life with the rest of us…