Chapter 6 New Therapist

Amelia thought about that first time a lot during the divorce proceedings and couldn't understand what had happened. It had been a year since he handed her the papers. She stumbled out of Dr. Carey's office and drove to her mom's house. Her husband had been very generous and given her whatever she needed to help her move on.

She requested a new therapist as she was so embarrassed and it was too much for her to go back in that office. She had been testing the waters with quite a few therapists, but so far none were a good fit. Hopefully this Dr. Bloom would work out. There was a lot of emotions coursing through her and she was afraid of what would come out. She sat in a typical waiting room and pretended to do things on her phone.

"Amelia."

She looked up and saw a dark haired woman who looked 37ish; just a few years older than herself. She was wearing jeans, a shirt with white roses and a pink long sleeve cardigan. She had warm brown eyes. She got up and followed behind.

"I'm Dr. Bloom and my office is this way," she said as she guided Amelia through a labyrinth of offices. "How are you today?"

Is she trying to gauge me, thought Amelia. If I say "ok", will she call BS? If I say "crappy", she'll have me go into detail. If I say "terrible", she'll want to know why. There's no good answer to this stupid question!

"So-so," said Amelia as she entered Dr. Bloom's office. They seemed to be in a corner of the building. The sun was coming through windows on two walls and there was a little light blue loveseat. She sat on the loveseat.

"That's understandable," said Dr. Bloom as she sat in an easy chair. "Having just gone through a divorce, two teenagers in the house, going back to work, and therapist shopping isn't something everyone goes through."

"Therapist shopping?"

"That's what I call it," said the doctor. "Trying out new therapists is a great idea. Most people don't know you can do that. You have to be comfortable with the person you are going to let in."

"Right," said Amelia. "Exactly."

"So," said Dr. Bloom. "What do you want to talk about today?"

"I have been really struggling with making myself orgasm," Amelia started. "I've used porn, toys, vibrators, and my own hands. But there's a mental block that I can't get passed even when I was married. I don't know if it's some residual religious thing from when I was a kid, or if I just can't please myself. I get really horny and I do so many things that feel right. I get so close, but then I get frustrated. I feel like I want this, but I can't reach it. I'm a walking time bomb! I swear if a guy just touches my shoulder, I will cum so hard!"

Amelia stopped and blushed.

I didn't mean to say all that, she thought. It just spilled out.

"Sorry," Amelia said.

"Why are you apologizing," asked Dr. Bloom.

"For just coming out with all of that," Amelia said. "I just started talking and couldn't stop myself."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Dr. Bloom said. "That shows me that you really want help and you trust me. It sounds to me that you get into your own head and maybe you are putting restrictions on your own orgasms. Like if it's taking you so long to cum, there's something wrong with you. You can try just taking your time with yourself and just let it come when you feel ready. Don't start to please yourself if you have other things to do. I suggest making a day of pleasing yourself. Do things that relax you. Wine and dine yourself and take your time. What do you think of that?"

"That sounds like something I can do," Amelia said thoughtfully. "I think I have a lot to think about."

"Any thoughts you want to share, Amelia?"