Sunday, 24 May 2009

Therapy

After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, ‘No hablo ingles.’

8 comments:

XE said...

Wait... what?

rvcanuck said...

Twelve years of therapy and you never once asked the shrink to validate your parking? What have you been doing?

Lola Snow said...

Perfect. Just Perfect. That made my day.

Lola x

Zarathustra said...

And how did that make you feel?

Kelly said...

Isn't that something about not speaking English?

XE said...

I really seriously don't get it... is this a British humour thing?

The Hippocratic Oaf said...

Haha! Made me laugh outloud, well done!

The Shrink said...

Xavier, well I guess it is spurious humour that made me grin . . .

. . . the notion you're seeing a therapist for 12 years who doesn't understand you.

Is it you, that you just talk talk talk? Is it them, just sitting there nodding, smiling, encouraging? Until after 12 years of seekingsomething meaningful you suss out, the therapist hasn't a clue what you've been saying all this time! Well, it was a quip/joke that amused me, ho hum!