Re: My Pysch Evaluation

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Wow ,

Sounds like you had more fun than I did...........LOL (Really Cute)

Thank you!

Big Hugs

Caryl

Hello All,I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best efforts of the pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I survived.I initially thought it odd when she asked me to strip and sit on a cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her black thigh-highs and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then switched on a flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered the black light of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was timed to some sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep "whomp" with each flash.It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me into a fall sense of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she clamped to my nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming sensation flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking up the power, well...no additional comments on that. During all this...questions, accusations and recriminations flew at me faster than I could absorb them. These were juxtaposed with the occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I couldn't keep a cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember crying, babbling, laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for her to judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack of the ruler or tickle of a feather.I couldn't determine which type of information would warrant which type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also couldn't decide which one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought about a different type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a blessing as it brought about a flood of such "stimulation" from my tormenter (I mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional dumping of information that was dutifully recorded by a little black box...the sole witness of my humiliation.Or was it?