Well, I told W that I had read a book I thought was really interesting, and I wondered if she might like to read it. She responded "is it the book I saw in the bathroom upstairs? I already have a therapist. I prefer my therapist to do my therapizing. I don't do it myself." Well, ok then. I didn't push it at all, just let it go. I did find it interesting that she sees therapy as a process being done to her (totally consistent with the way she views herself as passively involved with the world), rather than a therapist helping her resolve her issues, being a resource, but my W doing the work. Oh well, you can't live people's lives for them, they have to find their own anwswers.
BTW, Whatis, you're too much with this oh so subtle parody affair you're having with this book! Have you been caught yet? Is it out in the open, or are you managing to keep your secret under wraps?
“No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it. ” – Albert Einstein
