It was my own urge to sexualise all my relationships that made me so defensive about my feelings for my analystby Anna Blundy / November 14, 2017 / Leave a comment
Published in December 2017 issue of Prospect Magazine
“I’m not sure if I want to crawl into her vagina like a baby getting back into the womb, or if I want to put my penis into her vagina in an adult sexual way,” my psychoanalyst friend said, spearing a whitebait.
“Or both?” I suggested. He was talking about his own analyst, or, rather, shouting about her because the restaurant was packed and noisy.
“Do you tell her this?” I asked, thinking it must be uncomfortable for her to hear this stuff at 7am, first patient of the day.
“Of course. I’d never have got to the end of training if I didn’t go there,” he said. “Don’t you tell James your fantasies about him?”
He used my analyst’s first name with the kind of flourish with which someone in a different business might say Meryl or Leo.
“No!” I said. “I don’t have any!”
We both laughed at my hilarious joke…
I remember years ago people asking me if I was in love with my analyst. I would scoff and say: “You haven’t seen him!” Now I realise I was being defensive. Basically, if you think you aren’t attracted to your therapist, gender notwithstanding, you will be or you have been, or you are so deeply repressed as to be incurable.