Things my trauma therapist has said:
*staring down the rabbit after the little rabbit hops into my lap, directly past my therapist, and letting me pet her instead* “Well, I see where your loyalties are and I will no longer be bringing you a fresh tomato every morning.”
“Freud will not stop screaming and running in circles because he got into the catnip about an hour ago so we will have to move our session upstairs if you want peace and quiet.” [Pausing] “…Freud the cat, I promise we did not resurrect Sigmund Freud just to overdose him on catnip”.
“The reason you’re so tired is because of that endless screaming into the void you keep referring to”.
“I’m going to level with you. In order to maintain your sanity, you must drop him like a sack of potatoes, and then boil the sack”.
“If she [child alter, who’d been having a fit that was keeping me from sleeping for three days straight because I wouldn’t let her cover the walls in pink glitter] won’t stop screaming, put her in front of the TV, turn on Sesame Street, take a nap and then deal with the situation”.
“The rat is retired, but if having her on your shoulder helps you process, put a paper towel underneath her because she will shit on you without any shame”.