There is a probably natural and learned reticence with myself talking about my early life.
Suffering from dysentery at sea was no picnic.
The notion of a contemporary epiphany to me is very exciting, because it's a sort of biblical thing. It's something that has happened to people in other centuries or in the context of religious experience.
So many people suffer from abuse, and suffer alone.
I loved my life, but my choices were overloading and overwhelming me. Listening to inner feelings and fulfilling some of these urges when they come along is incredibly important.
I don't like the term mid-life crisis.
Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. But there are healthy obsessions, and mine is one of them.
Sexual dreams aren't usually about sex.
There seems to be this impression that if I really am a psychotherapist, I can't be serious about it. They think there must be something fishy going on.
After all my probing into the human brain, I should still be aware of mysteries and come up with them myself.
Being a psychologist did enable me to maintain objectivity.
There's been a number of erroneous biographies, articles and so on written about Billy and we both thought it would be a good idea to produce a true one.
When I came off the boat I was very proud of the thick calluses which had developed on my feet. But now, I am struggling to get into my favourite high heels which is a shame, as I have so many.
The work of a psychotherapist involves being empathic and insightful with one's patients without getting too lost in their painful stories to be helpful.
Most people who went about saying a ghost had poked them with a brolly would be locked up somewhere.
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