I am dating my therapist
I email and sometimes have lunch with my former therapist and we consider ourselves good friends at this point. Let’s look at the rule as it relates to this question.For Psychologists in the United States, personal relationships (whether they be sexual or platonic) after professional ones are frowned upon. When I look in the mirror, for the most part, I like what I see.I like my curves, I like ass, I like my legs, I like my boobs (which I only have in abundance, when I’m tipping the scales), and I like my face.In addition to a background working with general populations as well as seriously mentally ill individuals, Samuel Allen has also specialized in working with people who in some way identify as having "outside the box" identities or experiences.These individuals frequently express that they've had difficulty finding therapists who treat them or their issues with sensitivity, intelligence, and dignity.Even so, one could argue that these mainstream films reflect the desires of white America, or more to the point, white men, and not Black men, which up to this point is the only group of men I’ve dated.
They usually find us I know there is this myth in Black America that brothers like their sisters thick, thick like a luscious milkshake, that “brings all the boys to the yard,” as it were.
Just kidding, don’t fake-survey women about their sexual desires—we’ve had a rough few months.
Rob, I know you said that dual relationships with your shrink are inappropriate, but what about after therapy is over? John says I’m a “curmudgeonly, asocial tool who no one likes,” so I have to wonder if anyone would want to have any sort of post-professional relationship with me. Allison went poorly and he’s taking it out on me, which is really not cool, but that’s beyond the scope of this post.
But what I call thick and what the average brother calls thick is not the same thing. (Sister looks fabulous, by the way.) Not quite Gabourey Sidibe thick. And when I was doing the online dating thing (I’ve tried it twice, and I’m taking a break) I saw one brother that specifically said, “I’m not into the Mo’Nique thing, ladies.” Translation: No fat girls need apply.
It’s not popular to say (and I’m sure I’ll be e-stoned for saying it anyway), but if you’re overweight and serious about expanding your dating options, it may be worthwhile to shrink your waistline.