HER REGRESSION CURED

A Story by JENY

wrote on a request

Indeed there were three things she liked most. And they were her only treasure. She kept it as a secret. The act of exposing it would kill the joy of indulging in it, she felt so.

First was, she liked very much to suck her thump when nobody noticed her

Second, she liked the fetus position while she sat on the chair with her legs and arms folding onto herself …like a fetus. But, she did like that only when she was alone in her room.

Finally, the third one, she wanted to sleep as if she were not born into this world at all…as if inside the womb of her mother.

In one of the sessions when the psychotherapist asked her what she liked most in this world, she said

“Death”

“Why?” he asked with his eyes fixed straight on her face. Compassion exuded from his gaze and this made her reply quickly to his queries

“I cant solve my problems”

“What do you think are your problems?”

She said “If only I knew it…..!!!”

When she fully succumbed to his hypnotic suggestions, he repeated the question

“What are the things you like most?”

She revealed her three secret wishes. No. Her unconscious mind revealed her wishes without the permission of her conscious mind.

“I would like to suck my thump..

I would like to sit in fetus position…

I would like to sleep….”

After leading her back to her conscious state, he told her..

“You are in your adolescence”

“So..?” she looked at him in pain

“Give up those wishes…”

She tried to fathom her unconscious that stealthily breached her consciousness and stood naked in front of the therapist. She felt that the therapist had molested her unconscious and robbed her treasures. She cried bitterly. The therapist extended his kerchief to her. It was a token of his invitation for her into a long term therapy.

The psychotherapist, the philanthropist, taught her to suck, f**k and sleep with an imaginary boyfriend.

His lessons helped her to move forward.

She began her hunting… to transform her likes, to upgrade her likes. In the act her secret wishes began to decay for want of a childlike innocence upon which they thrived till the therapy. Thus she was cured.