Shopping/Therapy

Yesterday I went shopping with Peachie for her junior prom dress. And then went on to therapy. Equally trying experiences. Kidding. Actually both went really well. Peachie found her dress after only two stores in three hours of trying on about 40 dresses. And then we went out to lunch. Really nice to spend some time one on one with her.

I then went into my session feeling happy and strong and stated I was ready do to something - anything - constructive that would move me forward. We talked about what I would like to tackle first. Something not too traumatic. Something on the periphery on my comfort zone. And so I decided I would like to go to a bar. I am not sure if this will expose me to the alcohol on someone’s breathe issue, or just my own social awkwardness. But I do know that, for whatever reason, I always decline invitations for anything that has a bar. And I would like to get past that.

Shrink: When shall we go?

Me: we?

Shrink: Yes. I wouldn’t let you go without some support. Is that okay?

Me: I guess.. Are we going to a gay bar or a straight bar?

Shrink: Which would you prefer?

Me: I don’t know, maybe a gay bar, it would feel safer.

Shrink: You seem unsure . . .

Me: It seems strange to think of you and me at a gay bar.

Shrink: Are you worried about your emotional reaction to alcohol or that more women will try to pick me up than you?

Me: *laughing* Maybe both.



I have not been in a bar in many, many years.

Am I too old for this shit?

What do people to in a bar?

What should I wear?

Is my anxiety showing?

Speaking of clothes, here is the dress the Peachie bought, although it looks much more elegant on Peachie's petite body. I was hoping she would get something in a spring color but she loves black and white. And she particularly loved that the front was cut out so that her shoes would show. She is all about the shoes.