shutterstock_198398282You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this post! It’s not where you think I am. Let me explain.

Some years ago I underwent regression to help me deal with the stress that was adding to my migraine attacks. I’d never done anything like that before and went along to my first session somewhat apprehensively. The whole concept of being regressed was highly suspect to me. I had in my mind’s eye an image of me being regressed and hypnotised to a point where I was not in control of my own actions. Think Derren Brown! I did not want to become a chicken, strutting my stuff around the consultation room, for the amusement of others. Not that I think Derren Brown does this. Not half! I would never go to his shows, or sit anywhere near the front. I’m too much of a chicken already. [ Sorry…couldn’t help myself.] If anyone is going to take the you know what out of me, it’s going to be me, thank you!

I value my freewill and I’ll admit I was sceptical about regression, but I was prepared to give it a go.

The guy that greeted me was friendly and made me feel welcome. I was wearing boots, it was winter and icy cold outside. He took one look at my boots and referred to them as kinky boots and started laughing. I wondered whether I should leave there and then. Did I really want to be regressed by someone who had me down as a kinky boot wearer? Good god, what would happen when I was under and defenceless?[ I mean if I’d gone in wearing boots such as the ones in the above picture, wearing leather, and carrying my handcuffs and a whip, then he would have had a point. But they were knee-high boots, with a zip and laces. Okay, I’ll admit they were a bit kinky, I suppose!]

But, something in this guy’s  body language told me that he was nervous and trying desperately to get me to relax and open up. I’m very difficult to get to know. I’m shy and I know I can be hard work…unless I click with someone. Then you’ll know you’ve got me! I was also probably giving off sod off signals, which I excel at, apparently. I don’t have to say a word, I just give you my look! I think it’s a thing we women are born with, to bring you guys into line, when we need to. I got a double helping at birth!

What happened next was fascinating and it did help me. The kinky boots came off, but only for me to lie on the couch and there was absolutely no funny business!

I’m not going to go into the details of what happened here, right now. I’m saving that for another time. I could say call back tomorrow and I’ll tell you about it, and I might. Or it might be the day after, or the day after that, or that!.

No, okay. I’ll commit myself here. I’ll do the follow-up post within the next two days.

What happened during this session surprised the hell out of me. And gave me part of an idea for a novel that I work on, every now and then.

One of these days I may post some of my fiction on here, for you to have a laugh at.

I need to finally do some work on the blog award nomination. I’ve got questions to answer, questions to ask and a link, from their brilliant blog to put on here, [ that’s if I can figure out how to do it!] from the lovely people who nominated me. I in turn, will nominate someone else and now I’ve decided who it’s going to be.

So, I’m off to do that and some blog housekeeping. Blog HQ is a tip, drafts everywhere and trashed posts. I going in with my feather duster, apron and kinky boots!

I hope you’ve had a great Sunday and enjoy the rest of your evening. Thanks for dropping by.

Until the next part of the regression.

 

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