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ownedgirlie -> RE: Fixer Uppers (11/18/2007 9:46:08 PM)
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I didn't realize just how broken I was until I looked back in retrospect. I was a damned mess with lots of potential. He didn't attempt to fix me, if what you mean by fix is doing the work for me. He wouldn't stand for that. But he laid out his expectations and helped me meet them. I worked my ass off. And it wasn't that I had this whole agenda laid out of all the parts of me that needed addressing. I had no clue! I was insecure as hell, had no self confidence or self esteem at all, had no faith in myself, thought I was worthless, and was as skittish as they come.
But there was something about him that kept me hanging on...kept me going....made me want to reach that ever rising bar he held up. No, he wasn't (and isn't) my therapist. But he has guided me through thought processes and decisions, and taught me how to think, by requiring tasks of me which caused me to analyze myself - my thoughts, feelings, values, philosophies - you name it. Teaching is his forte; he's good at it. And I was driven to follow his direction. So, did he rescue me? Damn straight. I wouldn't have come to where I am now without him. I've had therapists, but they could only take me so far. I don't consider him my therapist, though. I consider him my Master, which to me goes beyond ownership.
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