I just looked at my title and realized it could be mistaken for an Absence seizure. Well, I don’t know if I’ve had any lately. BWAH-HA-HA!!! Sorry, really bad epilepsy joke.
What I mean to say is that: “Holyfuckingshitican’tstopcryingmytwistednipplesandstupidcuntoffreadingthesecowballlicking…”
Roight den. Did’ja ge’it? Clee’r nuff foh ya?
I don’t even know how and why I tried to do some kind of South London? Nuffink elss in muh haf brain gess.
It’s the Womb Twin Survivor business. I’ve been emailing the woman who has done all the research, I’m working with some materials she’s given me (and it ain’t so pleasant at times–hardly!)
But seriously! For a woman who has written books is still conducting research on Womb Twin Survivors, to correspond to me within 24hrs and then keep talking to me all day!
So, this is really taking up a lot of my life. Just over we have gone from me feeling I had lost a male frat, to her thinking I actually had an identical, and now, multiples! Jesus Christ! I.Lost.Multiple.Twins.
Not that it makes me “special” in some way. It’s just that there can be differences in people’s lives and the way they act dependent upon the situation. Quite an interesting exchange while having my tea.
So once again, I may not be around so much.
This is intense. She’s a great–no awesome–source of support. She said she won’t “interfere” in my therapy, but I told her my therapist was cool with me finding my own resources and information. So I think she’ll be pretty open if I talk to this woman, and then my therapist might ask me what I think about it.
This is new and seriously uncharted water for both of us. I don’t think my therapist is going to quite know what to do. Not that she isn’t fantastic! It’s just…if I never knew about it (yeah, I’m SO special) I know she never has. Meaning, working with a client that is a Womb Twin Survivor.