Thursday, May 21, 2026
VLADVAMPIRELORD'S VOCABULARY: EXPIRATION DATE MENACING
Today I made the mistake of reaching into the back of the cabinet and found a juice box with an expiration date of JULY 2005.
It is a shot gun blast from the past, but it least it was not covered in green fuzzy tendrils.
THERAPY SESSIONS
I have had my fair amount of therapy sessions over the years. For the most part, they are useless. It is like having a half hour to cut open a scar and then you have to wait a week to sew it up again and then reopen it once more. You never get to heal. Just purge and often the feeling of purging leaves you dealing with horrific memories again, but ALONE.
I had one therapist I told some of my BDSM experiences and he was so disturbed by it all, he sent me to a psychiatrist to try to get me put in an institution to deal with these issues FULL TIME, but they would let me out for dinner and sleep only to return the next day. I told him, "I AM NOT HAVING ANY SEX CURRENTLY." But it did not dissuade him so I agreed to go even though that put me in jeopardy of being INVOLUNTARILY COMMITTED.
I met the Doctor and after taking some questions, he asked me if I HAD A PROBLEM. I told him I did have a problem that I would try to resolve through getting help. That saved me from months of being locked in with drug addicts and possibly sex addicts who were actually having sex laughing at my ass for not having any sex, but being locked up as a sex addict.
NEVER SAY YOU DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM.
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