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Elvis died at 77, Martina, his daughter, was born in 66.
Whether the video is great, it's hard to believe that this is a montage!
The appearance of the singer is perfect ...
The public's reaction when she enters the scene, too, the time that Elvis sings and plays only to talk about.
The only detail is that the look, just once, at the end of the presentation.
Remember: "It's just a show",! And who did it is excellent!
see and draw their own conclusions.
This meeting (digital) between Elvis and Martina, is 40 years difference in time of each artist.
mean, Elvis was in 1968 and Martina in 2008. when filmed.
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A citizen was summoned for a tax investigation in the DIAN. (Direction of National Taxes and Customs)
Startled, he asked his accountant how to dress.
'Use rags to think that you beggar' said the accountant.

When asked his lawyer, he told the exact opposite:
'Do not get intimidated. Use your best most elegant suit and tie. "
Confused, the man decides to ask his wife, tells of two conflicting advice and asks for your opinion: She says so:
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When he was about to marry you, I asked my mother what to wear on their wedding night. 'Wear a heavy pajamas, thick neck reaches you,' said my mother.

But when I asked my best friend gave me the opposite advice: "Put your baby doll you have smaller, transparent and with a neckline that will reach to the navel and a thong floss."

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I leave this link

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much of what we criticize in this blog is confirmed in the link above.

The debate remains open.

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A few weeks into the fall, MAC brings a new collection inspired by the colors of the peacock. Let's take a look to this collection, called MAC Peacocky Limited, which will be available at MAC counters in Saga Falabella and Ripley and Saga Falabella Jockey Plaza Lima San Isidro, during the month of March.

"idolize the exotic peacock as a symbol of extreme beauty, arrogant face of what is simplistic. Introducing the new kissable Lipcolour that combines the color of a lipstick with the creaminess and a gloss finish. Combine with shadows Mega Metal eyes that shine like chrome. They are creamy thanks to its composition of vitamins and will not crack, "explains Mark.

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The Sex & Me - Isabel Allende

My sex life started early, about five years in the kindergarten of the Ursuline nuns in Santiago, Chile. I guess until then had remained in the limbo of innocence, but I have no memories of that earlier age pristine sex. My first experience was to accidentally swallow a small plastic doll.

"You grow inside, you'll get round and then a baby born to thee," he explained

my best friend, who had just had a baby brother. A son! It was the last thing I wanted. Followed terrible days, I had fever, lost appetite, vomiting. My friend confirmed that the symptoms were identical to those of his mother. Finally, a nun forced me to confess the truth.

"I'm pregnant," I admitted hiccuping.

I was caught by the arm and taken by air to the office of Mother Superior. Thus began my horror at the wrists And my curiosity about this mysterious affair, whose very name was unpronounceable: sex. The girls of my generation lacked sexual instinct, that was invented long after Masters and Johnson. Only men suffering from the evil that could lead them to hell and made them a potential fauns throughout their lives. When a rough him a question, there were two types of response according to the mother that we play in luck. The traditional explanation was the stork that came from Paris and the modern era about flowers and bees. My mother was modern, but the relationship between pollen and wrist in my belly I was unclear.

Seven years prepared me for First Communion. Before receiving the host had to confess. They took me to church, I knelt behind a curtain of black felt and tried to remember my sins, but I forgot them all. Amid the darkness and the smell of incense I heard a voice with an accent of Galicia.

- Have you ever touched the body with your hands?

"Yes, father.

often do, child?

-Everyday ...

- Everyday! That is a very serious offense in the eyes of God, purity is the greatest virtue of a girl, you must promise you will not do more!

promised, of course, but never imagined how could wash my face or brush my teeth without touching the body with your hands. (This traumatic episode helped me to "Eva Luna", thirty-odd years later. You never know what you are training).

was born south of the world during World War II in a family of emancipated and intellectual aspects and almost paleolithic in others. I grew up in the home of my grandparents, a quirky house where ghosts roamed raised by my grandmother with her three-legged table. They lived there two single guys, a little eccentric, as most members of my family. One of them had traveled to India and was left with a taste for matters fakirs, he was barely covered by a loincloth reciting the 999 names of God in Sanskrit. The other was a lovable, hairstyle as Carlos Gardel and passionate lover of reading. (Both served as models, somewhat exaggerated, I admit, to James and Nicholas in "The House of the Spirits"). The house was full of books piled everywhere, growing like an untamed flora, reproduced before our eyes. No one censored or guided my reading and so I read the Marquis de Sade, but I think it was a very well advanced for my age, the author took for known things that I completely ignored, I lacked basic references. The only man who had seen naked was my uncle, fakir sitting on the patio watching the moon and I was somewhat disappointed that little appendage that could comfortably in my crayon box. So much fuss about that?

At eleven years I lived in Bolivia. My mother had married a diplomat, a man of advanced ideas that I put in a mixed school. Took me months to get used to living with men, was always with red ears and I fell in love every day a different one. The boys were savages whose activities were limited to football and fighting the break, but my friends were in the age of the contour of the bust measure and record in a notebook receiving kisses. Had to specify details of who, where, how. There were some lucky ones who could write: Felipe, in the bathroom with language. I pretended that these things did not interest me, I dressed as a man and I climbed trees to hide that it was almost dwarf and less sexy than a chicken. In biology class taught us something about anatomy and the process of making babies, but it was very difficult to imagine. The more daring than we see in a picture was a mother nursing a newborn. From what we knew nothing else and never mention the pleasure, so the bottom line escapes us why adults made such filth? The erection was a well kept secret by the boys, as it was menstruation for girls. The literature seemed evasive and I was not going to the movies, but I doubt there could see something erotic about that time. Relations with the boys consisted of pushing, slapping and messages from friends: Keenan says he wants to kiss you, say yes, but with closed eyes, says she no longer wants, tell him he's an idiot, says stupid are you and so we spent the entire school year. Maximum privacy was by turns chewing the same gum. Once I was able to fight face to face with the famous Keenan, a redhead who all the girls loved in secret. I drew blood from his nose, but that mole freckles and panting crushed against the stones of the courtyard, is one of the most exciting memories of my life. On another occasion he asked me to dance at a party. A La Paz had not reached the impact of rock began to shake the world, we still cooed Nat King Cole and Bing Crosby (Oh, God! "Was that prehistory?) Embraced They danced, sometimes-to-chic chic but I was so tiny that my cheek barely belt buckle any normal girl. Keenan pulled me a little and felt something hard at the height of his pants pocket and my ribs. I gave a qolpecitos with fingertips and asked take off the keys because they hurt me. He ran and did not return to the party. Now, I know more of human nature, the only explanation I can think of his behavior is that perhaps were not the keys.

In 1956 my family had moved to Lebanon and I had gone to a girls' school, this time an English Quaker school, where sex simply did not exist, the universe had been suppressed by the British phlegm and zeal of preachers. Beirut was the pearl of the Middle East. In the city's fortunes were deposited sheiks had branch stores of the most famous fashion designers and jewelers of Europe, Cadillacs trimmed with gold circulating in the streets along with camels and mules. Many women no longer wore the veil and some students put some pants, but there was still that strong border for millennia separated the sexes. The sensuality pervaded the air, floating like the smell of mutton fat, the midday heat and the singing of the muezzin calling to prayer from the minaret. The desire, lust, forbidden ... The girls did not go out alone and children should also be careful. My stepfather gave them long hat pins to my brothers to fend for pinching the street. In the playground of the school passed from hand to hand photo-novels published in India with translation French, a very warped version of "Lady Chatterley's Lover" and pocket-books on Caligula's orgies. My stepfather was "The Thousand and One Nights" locked in his closet, but I discovered how to open the cabinet and read those great hidden pieces of red leather books with gold lettering. I dived into the world without return of fantasy, guided by houris skin of milk, geniuses who lived in the bottles and princes endowed with an inexhaustible enthusiasm for sex. Everything around me inviting sensuality and my hormones were about to explode like grenades, but lived virtually imprisoned in Beirut. The girls did not speak even decent with boys, in spite of which I had a friend, the son of a carpet merchant, who visited me to drink Coca-Cola on the terrace. It was so rich that he moped with driver. Among the supervision of my mother and her chauffeur, never had a chance to be alone.

I was flat. Now it does not matter, but in the fifties it was a tragedy, breasts were regarded as the essence of femininity. Responsible fashion highlights: tight sweater, a wide belt of elastic, inflated skirts flying starched. A buxom woman had an assured future. The models were Jayne Mansfield, Gina Lollobrigida, Sophia Loren. What could a girl without breasts? Get stuffed. Were two half spheres of rubber to the lower pressure sank without a perceive it. Suddenly became concave, until suddenly he heard a plop-plop terrible and gums returned to their original position, crippling the suitor that was close to the user and plunging into terrible humiliation. Moved and could also be one on the sternum and the other under his arm, or two floating in the pool behind the swimmer. In 1958 Lebanon was threatened by civil war. After the Suez Canal crisis sharpened the rivalry between the Muslim sectors, policy inspired by Gamal Abdel Nasser's Pan-Arabian, and Christian government. The President Camile Chamoun sought help from Eisenhower and in July landed the U.S. Sixth Fleet. Of the hundreds of marines landed carriers well-nourished and hungry for sex. Parents stepped up surveillance of his daughters, but it was impossible to prevent young people they met. I ran away from school to go dancing with the Yankees. Experienced drunkenness of sin and rock n'roll. For the first time my small size was an advantage, because with one hand the burly Marines were thrown through the air, giving me two rounds over their heads shaved and crawl across the floor to the rhythm of the guitar frenzy of Elvis Presley. Between two flips I got the first kiss of my career and the taste of beer and took me Ketchup two years. The unrest in Lebanon forced my stepfather to send children back to Chile. Another time I lived in the house of my grandfather. At fifteen, when he was planning to get me a nun to hide I would stay maid, a young distinguished me down there on the design of the carpet, and smiled. I think he enjoyed my appearance. I hung onto his waist and not released until five years later, when he finally agreed to marry me.

The pill had been invented, but in Chile it is still talked about in whispers. It was assumed that sex was for men and romance for women, they were seduced into them give "proof of love" and we should resist to get "pure" to marriage, though I doubt that many will not make it. I do not know exactly how I had two children.

And then it happened as we all hoped for several years. The wave of liberation of the sixties toured South America and came to this corner at the end of the continent where I lived. Pop art, mini-skirt, drugs, sex, bikini and the Beatles. All Brigitte Bardot imitated, tousled, her lips swollen and miserable blouse to burst under the pressure of her femininity. Suddenly an unexpected setback: no more lush French or Italian divas, fashion imposed the English model Twiggy, a sort of hermaphrodite starving. By then I had left breast, so I ran back to the opposite side of the stereotype. They spoke of orgies, swinging, pornography. Only spoke, I never saw them. Gays out of the darkness, yet I turned 28 not imagine how. And feminist movements emerged three or four women we took the bra, which skewered on a broomstick and left to march, but nobody followed us, we returned to our homes embarrassed. Hippies and flourished for several years I dressed in rags, and beads from India. I tried smoking pot but after vacuuming without flying or six cigars a little, I realized it was futile. Peace and love. Especially free love, even though I was late because he was hopelessly married.

My first story in the magazine where I worked was a scandal. During a dinner at a renowned politician, someone congratulated me on a humor article he had published and asked whether it planned to write something serious. Answered the first thing that came to mind: yes, I would like to interview an unfaithful wife. There was an icy silence at the table and then the conversation turned to food. But when coffee the housewife-thirty-eight, thin, executive in a government office, Chanel-suit took me aside and said yes I swore him to secrecy of his identity, she agreed to be interviewed. The next day I showed up at his office with a tape recorder. She said she was unfaithful because they have time off after lunch, because the sex was good for the morale, health and self-esteem and because men were not so bad after all. That is, for the same reasons so many unfaithful husbands, possibly including yours. Was not in love, suffered no guilt, maintained a discreet garçonière he shared with two friends as liberating as it. My conclusion, after a simple calculation mathematician, was that women are as unfaithful as men, or else with whom they do it? There can be only between one or all always the same handful of volunteers. No one forgave the story, as perhaps they would have done if the respondent had a husband in a wheelchair and a desperate lover. Pleasure without guilt or apology was unacceptable in a woman. The magazine came hundreds of letters insulting. Terrified, the director ordered me to write an article on "The loyal wife." I'm still looking for one that is for good reason. Nent information


times of uncertainty and confusion for women of my age. We read the Kinsey Report, the Kamasutra and American feminist books, but we could not shake the moralizing that we had raised. The men were still demanding what was not willing to offer, that is, their girlfriends and wives to be virgins chaste. Couples in crisis, almost all my friends were separated. In Chile there is no divorce, which makes things easier, because people are separated and board without red tape. I had a good marriage and drained most of my concerns in my work. While in the house acted as a mother and devoted wife, in the magazine and on my TV took every excuse to do publicly what I dared not do in private, for example, dressing up showgirl, with ostrich feathers on the back and an emerald glass stuck in his navel.

In 1975 my family and I left Chile because we could not continue living under the dictatorship of General Pinochet. The height of sexual liberation surprised us in Venezuela, a hot country, where sensuality is expressed without subterfuge. On the beaches are whiskered male with a bikini designed to highlight what they contain. The world's most beautiful women (win-win beauty contests), walk down the street looking for war, a secret music are carried on the hips.

In the first half of the 80 could not see any film, other than Walt Disney, not to appear at least two creatures mating. Even in scientific documentaries had amoebas or penguins who did. I went with my mother to see "Empire of the Senses" and not flinch. My stepfather was providing his famous erotic books for grandchildren, because they were a touching naivete compared with any magazine you could buy at newsstands. Had to study hard to get out of the questions of children (Mom what is pedophilia?) And feign creatures naturally when inflated condoms and balloons hung like birthday parties. Ordering the closet of my teenage son found a book wrapped in brown paper and guessed my long experience the contents before opening. I was right, was one of those modern manuals are changed in the school for pictures of football players. When you see two lovers rubbing with salmon mousse, I realized what I had missed in life. So many years cooking and ignored the multiple uses of salmon! In what had been my husband and me during all that time? Did not even have a mirror in the bedroom ceiling. We decided to catch up, but after some very dangerous contortions, as we see later in the x-column-woke echándonos joint liniment instead of mousse at the point G.

When my daughter Paula ended entered college to study psychology with a specialization in human sexuality. I warned it was unwise, that his vocation would not be well understood, we were not in Sweden. But she insisted. Paula had a boyfriend Sicilian whose plans were married in the church and beget many children, once she learned to cook pasta. Physically my daughter fooling anyone, like a virgin Murillo, graceful, sweet, long hair and droopy eyes, no one would imagine that was expert in these things. In the midst of Sexuality Seminar I made a trip to Holland and she phoned to ask me to bring some material to study. I had to go to a list in hand a shop in Amsterdam and buy a pink rubber artifacts as bananas. That was not the most embarrassing. The worst was when the office of Caracas opened my suitcase and I had to explain it were not for me but for my daughter. Paula began to move about with a bag of toys and pornographic Sicilian lost patience. His argument seemed reasonable to me: I was not willing to put his girlfriend were walking measuring your orgasms to others. Courses while they lasted, saw home videos with all possible combinations: women with donkeys, paraplegics with deaf, three Chinese and one elderly. They came to tea transgender, lesbian, necrophiliacs, Onan and while the Virgin of Murillo offered biscuits, I learned how surgeons make a man a woman using a piece of tripe.

The truth is that I spent years getting ready for when my grandchildren were born. I bought boots with stiletto heels, whips of seven points, dolls inflated practicable holes and balms aphrodisiacs, memorized the positions of eroticism sacred Hindu and she began to train the dog to artistic photos appeared AIDS and sexual liberation was the devil. In less than a year everything changed. My son Nicholas was cut green tufts that crowned his head, took off his fourteen pins ears and decided it was healthier to live in monogamous pairs. Paula left the sexology, because it seems it was no longer profitable, and instead set out to do an MA in cognitive education and learn to cook pasta in the hope of finding another boyfriend. He found him, they married and then came and took her death, but that's another story. I bought teddy bears for future grandchildren, I ate the salmon mousse and now take care of my flowers and my bees. Isabel Allende



This text was first published over ten years and that Isabel Allende has revised and updated for publication on their official website, the author makes a thorough chronology of its relationship with sex, from an early admission to the five years to its current status as grandmother, through the boom of the Kinsey Report and sexual revolution of the seventies.

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the well-known actress and singer Mari Pili Rodriguez has recently filed a lawsuit in court number four of Valladolid accusing the plastic surgeon Alberto Salvatierra de disfigure the breast. Mari Pili last month entered the operating room of the renowned doctor to get an augmentation surgery and breast lift. According to her, after making silicone implants the surgeon's left teat misplaced.

Alberto Salvatierra, meanwhile, told the media: "As I see them in their place."

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"The figure of the psychotherapist does not exist as health care." Article on the evolving practice of psychology in the private sector.

Source:

http://medicablogs.diariomedico.com/reflepsiones/2011/02/11/psicologos-psicoterapeutas-hipnosis-clinica-hipnoterapia/

In a recent article , psychologist Cristina Martínez Brotóns comments:

write this article because, in recent years, I see an evolution in the practice of psychology in the private sphere is, at least, very disturbing .

(...)

Apparently, anyone can and open a query and display the "title" (which of course do not have) a psychotherapist. Centers have proliferated in which, for a large sum of money, training is done in Coaching, NLP, Hypnosis, in Gestalt ... Announced, available on the Internet, promising and assuring a bright new future career.

(...)

result of this fact is that the consulting psychologists that if we are reaching cases of people who have journeyed from consultation to consultation with no results, with their pockets and beaten with frustrating impression that nothing could be done for them. That, in the best. In others, the problem has worsened as the "non professionals" have been practicing on them do not know what to do psychotherapy.

The article title is blunt ("Psychologists Psychotherapists truth versus outsiders") and its content, although I would like to add some more data.

First, the official title of "therapist" does not exist in Spain, since, as the English Society for the Advancement of Clinical Psychology and Health (SEPCyS) :

Finally an important caveat regarding the figure of a psychotherapist. This figure does not exist as a health professional. Not respond to any university degree, so no guarantees for the patient or legal cover for their activities. It is therefore necessary to alert the professional intrusion of people who are not sufficiently prepared to carry out such interventions and who call themselves therapists, without adequate preparation for it.

currently in Spain, according to current legislation in this regard, quite rightly gathered in document "unconventional therapy, Centres and Health Activities with Purpose" developed by Dr. Mario Araña Suárez , only health professionals can make diagnoses and therapies. That is, the law strictly applied, even psychologists do not have a specialist degree in clinical psychology could. In fact, have already started having problems psychologists Recognition Centres Drivers who are not specialists in clinical psychology, as we read in Infocop Online . In the field of hypnosis, psychologists, hypnotherapists, hypnotherapy, including psychological, may be in a complex legal situation.

The fact that they offered all kinds of psychological therapies by "therapists" without formal academic qualifications, without apparently having problems to do so publicly, online and other media, does not mean that they satisfy the requirements of existing legislation to do so, but that the Administration "look away" and not worry that their advertising and practice comply with the law, except there is any specific complaint to a particular therapist.

On the other hand, that does not mean that the "therapists" and other professionals in non-conventional therapies can not work, but they have certain legal limitations, namely can not make diagnoses and therapies.

An outstanding example of that without being entitled, in certain cases, it could get to work with graduates, even in the sensitive area of \u200b\u200bmedicine, would be to Hamilton Naki (outfielder surgeon) that, without education, was to "train medical students how perform a liver transplant in pigs ", was selected by Dr. Christiaan Neethling Barnard to form" part of the backup team in what would become the first successful heart transplant in the world. "

Finally, he received an honorary doctorate in medicine, no longer the Surgeon - Clandestino - which had been so far: http://cvu.rediris.es/pub/bscw.cgi/3703872

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Author: Luis Aparicio Sanz

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On this blog, its content and what is criticized

(reissued)
Hello everyone.

In view of how are things down in recent comments on the articles published, several clarifications:

Under no circumstances has criticized or is the goal of the blog challenge for psychologists professional, collegiate and practicing their profession in a legal and honest.

We are not against either the psychology or who practice within the legal framework allowed.

What is criticized in this blog just defends them, ie NON-CRITICAL Degree in Psychology, SUCH AS ENGAGED without informing patients that are not psychologists.

We put it in capital letters and underlined for anyone to misinterpretation.

From the blog only publish what we get, real stories of people who have had a negative experience with this psychotherapy and psychotherapist. If you do that is reportable, they say.

not accept threats of any kind as the last published by some anonymous.

DENOUNCE professional intrusionism and bad practices of the psychotherapy and what provokes.

DENOUNCE NOT REPORT TO THE CLIENTS OF GOING TO TREAT A PERSON WITHOUT DEGREE IN PSYCHOLOGY.

DENOUNCE NOT REPORT TO THE CLIENT / PATIENT OF CONTENTS mystical and esoteric IMPLIED IN THE GESTALT PSYCHOTHERAPY PSYCHOTHERAPISTS EXERCISED BY THAT HAVE FORMED WITH THE SAT OF CLAUDIO NARANJO AND OTHER TRAINING AS Family Constellations and NLP, no proven scientific basis and approved.

said, that each act in accordance with their actions. But again, do not accept threats such as those received recently.

also will ask you to leave the comments of the post with a name, not only as anonymous, in order to facilitate responses between users and not confuse the staff.

Thanks for following the blog.
Hello everyone.

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Another story. Experience

We leave further testimony.

insist that everything posted on this blog comes to us because their authors are put in contact with us so we can publish.

" Hi all,

Ojala, had known all that is told in the blog 4 years ago. My husband went through a deep crisis, he was guilty of the death of his mother because his father died when he promised would take care of her, she had peeled his only brother and his business was sinking. He was in a pit from which he could not leave and would not seek professional help. In this situation meets a woman, a psychotherapist and I was doing a course of gestalt. I had never heard this word. Following know, our children and I became his enemies, always looking for discussions at home, he told us that loved him and felt like a piece of furniture. All were against him.

His relationship with this woman and told her increase that we had to part (he did not agree) and I was determined and all that I had Work it was very strange and then there were our children, I decided to investigate what was that about the gestalt, but found no big deal, I said they were techniques used by psychologists. I discovered that she was not a psychologist and was engaged at home to implement a host of therapies (their website is priceless). We separated and went to live with it, our children live with me because I could not see clearly the "work" it seemed wise.

During these years, I have been asked hundreds of times back, I said I was a mess, I did not understand what he did and that was with her because had helped to erase painful memories.

He has not done any course of gestalt, but it takes 4 years under the influence of this woman (if it has) and manipulate it mentally. Every time he tries to return home (he looks happy and decided), she calls, or sends messages presented in the work always with some excuse and turns to eat the "jar" convinces him that what needs and returns to be an unhappy person.

I initially did not know what happened, I thought I was crazy or something and that I was a little "paranoid" because I could not believe that a person could manipulate another in this way. In reading the stories of the blog, I realize that many of the things that count are similar to those we have experienced ourselves.

I think we're on track. It decided to seek professional help, this time genuine.

Greetings, "

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Hello everyone. I leave this post I have posted:

" Good all,
I'm going
to tell my own experience: Until a few months I was a student and was formed in gestalt therapy. In the absence of one year I decided to finish the training after a long time since I wanted to continue with this story. My personality has changed a lot since I started training. It had been a quiet, reflective, with very clear ideas, among other features. When "I realized" and that bothers me, "I realized" because the jargon Gestalt bothers me, because that, I realized that this man was no longer quiet, excited me very often, I became a very aggressive with a very high degree of anger that he could not suppress, I started having more trouble sleeping, was not sympathetic with others, he felt no compassion for my relatives, had continued smoothly, difficulty concentrating, and most troubling to me is that the idea of \u200b\u200bsuicide became more and more an appearance in my life when I never, NEVER NEVER, had appointed the word I had not even crossed his mind . The point is that let individual therapy (for the TITULIN will require eighty hours of individual therapy a minimum and do not know how many of supervision) and training group. By God, I even idolize my psicoterapueta, to have an emotional dependence bestial ... and go to training was like Chutes ...

But not all negative criticism. There are also positive things for the time being I will not tell you because I am still very pissed off with everything that happened. Finally, share with you that I come from a sector that, professionally, it has nothing to do with psychological therapies and everything around him.

I am ashamed to say I've been forming in TG, whereas before filled my mouth telling and explaining that it was as nice and it was the best investment ever made in my life. Fortunately, the "contact" withdrawal ", the withdrawal has come before things got more serious and ugly to me.



Kisses to all,



Penelope (pseudonym to remain anonymous) "

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Another story gestalt

Hello everyone. After the holiday period we are again active. To start this year, we leave another experience, this time it is signed by Encarnacion.

Greetings.

My experience with the gestalt

My story is very confusing painful, hard, very hard.

Not all the blame I give to esoteric gestalt psychotherapy and psychotherapists. But they have had much to do with the dizzying pace of events, no doubt. The problem is, as always, weak people. And my ex-partner is very weak, and now I see how much.

What I write below is very long. But as I have left.

Now I've seen that psychotherapy has always been present in my life with my ex-partner.

I met him seven years ago. And then told me he had finished a gestalt therapy. I had never heard of it, but I gave more importance. For me it had gone to a psychologist, as a result of his many self-esteem issues caused by a psychological abusive father had crushed during childhood and adolescence. It is logical that if you suffer an abuse of this type seek professional help.

Over time, always said I had to go back, I had mood swings, going from a self-esteem bestial bestial apparent that it was actually a relapse, and that was when he missed Marisa, her psychotherapist .

For my part I had a "normal" life, a normal childhood and environment "normal." That is, I have not had any major problems as the rest of the people who surrounded me throughout my life. In that aspect has always been a gulf between us. Both in our relationships with our families and with friends.

One thing he did not understand until recently was reluctant at family gatherings with my family, friends, ect. For their part rarely took place and yet in my life were more or less present from time to time, which to me was normal. A dinner of sandwiches with friends, some beers on a Friday at twelve at home I'm not partying.

There were discussions at times: once again left with your friends? Back to your parents? I have to go home for "foo"? Always pulled me and had to argue how important it was for me. Moreover, it argued asked me to understand.

argue. Be coherent, consistent, do anything you would not want. Projections, compete. Assertiveness, be consistent, here and now.

My ex-partner that he hated what were taxes. If I comentarba "because you could go to find out about this" or "could go to this or that "all applications and most of them that I had thought of them as impositions.

now see the origin of these attitudes. Gestalt. Puta gestalt. Should not accept other than your own. Needless to say it, I met my ex-partner to the letter, especially since our son was born.

a year ago was unemployed, perhaps in part led to his dismissal because their work did not meet expectations it set. Leaving a job is not a crime, seeking new job opportunities is something that comes in handy when the change is also better. But when we are plunged into an economic crisis, things change. So not everything goes, and you swallow and swallow and atragantarte and endure because you have a mortgage to pay and the courtyard is not to jump for joy.

I supported him in everything. Took the floor because he said he did bullying work. Within a fortnight came a burofax with unfair dismissal. I until I leave work to be with him.

She took it like a vacation, we thought we would find work quickly, but today, a year and a month later, still unemployed.

Shortly after this happen, we were pregnant. A few months after this, his father died. I listened, I was with him, was with his mother, did everything I could within my means. But until recently reproached me that I was not up to it.

all rushed when our son was born that day, that moment.

imagine that a man is very heavy paternity. We feel it inside for months and is created from the first day of a bond between baby and mother.

But man is different. In the delivery room look like being two you become three.

For the mother is the greatest moment of your life. You look at your baby's eyes, he looks into your eyes and you're primed for an immeasurable love the rest of your life.

I remember when my baby was born I received from my former partner a kiss on the forehead. At that moment something inside me shuddered but did not want to give importance. My imagination. Too bad thought! But what goes, I was right.

Those days in the hospital I remember with a sense contradictory. I was finally with my baby but my partner did not bring me no flowers. Did not approach me, and was around the child in Golum plan with his treasure. This is a normal and common in men. It has been shown that there is postpartum depression in fathers. But something did not add up. Something told me there was more and that something had broken inside him.

My frustration came when the second night in the hospital asked me to be alone, would not one visit in the coming weeks, a topic with which I agreed, except that my parents and brothers (and yours, course), they had for me the label of visits. I forbade my mother to come, saying he needed his space and did not want anybody but we were not the three.

I had just given birth, and the truth is I spent crying all night, he approached me a kiss, a hug. Nothing but cold. Coldness and selfishness of thinking only of him. I had just given birth and had to think of it? Or think about me in my recovery and my baby?

did not hesitate. I told him I needed him but he needed the support of my family. Is physiological, in those moments is very important to a mother (until shortly after his therapist said so) and ask the mother of your child to do without it I think is very strong.

Case is that since our son was born our relationship was hell.

question everything, to put the pacifier to the child. He said that at birth he had changed, that the pregnancy would say yes to everything that did not take into account what he needed, but he realized that he too was important. That he was not a wimp.

to all this is added the fact that his family (mother and two sisters) gave almost no signs of life to come to help him, support him. Only gave support to encourage him to tell the hospital what he needed, ie isolate.

For my part I was so wrapped up, both in the immediate family as close friends.

Whenever we get worse, said he was not wanted, I did not want him, not wanting to be with him, who respected him, admired him no, that filled him and two months after birth Our son wanted to go to couples therapy gestalt. Not accept anything else, just gestalt. And with his psychotherapist. I agreed without knowing where I got. After two sessions with her, he "decided" to help us another therapist, a course she advised. And while she gave him a number of other psychotherapy sessions for me to do my part, because course, needed. I remember in one session she told my ex, "is that against the logic that she has can not do anything ...." I felt like I did something wrong for questioning, not to agree, and wonder aloud what's wrong with waiting to receive something from your partner. And she said no, you have to ask, in the couple always have to ask. And I thought that if I want to kiss my partner does I have to wait to be asked, I give. I understand that this is so. And they give you Das.

But oh !!!!! Now I know that the prayer of the gestalt says the opposite: "I'm not here to meet your expectations and your mine. If we agree it will be wonderful, if not, there is nothing to do. " If you look at that sentence, is incompatible with the couple as I understand it. Das, receive. What that sentence reads is pure selfishness.

psychotherapist With the second I started to mosques. The first meeting was merely to clarify the conditions. Of course not explain what it was gestalt therapy, and told me about the enneagram, or not named Claudio Naranjo was not a psychologist. Set the price of the session and that if we could not go a day we had to tell one week in advance and if not equally charged. I bit my tongue, because of course it was all black .... Thing that bothers me a lot. If I pay taxes and these people are not above requirements?

For my part I was on the defensive. Our economy was booming, and to me that affected me a lot, partly because he saw a waste of money on something we should be able to fix us because as a couple until then we had problems to go to therapy, but I saw that my ex-partner ; only saw a salvation for us, the gestalt.

In these sessions the truth is that we were ready saying what we did not like the other. And above all repeat phrases. "I want this" "I want this" "I want this." The therapist I was repeating phrases as if you were a parrot, as a punishment really learned writing a sentence on the board. As if it were autoconvezcas you that something is so and not as you thought, "You have to ask, you have to ask, you have to ask."

contestona I am very, very inquisitive, and more than one occasion I planted and gave my opinion on what they expose. Of course, my ex in all this was at his best, but very uncomfortable with my lack of diplomacy. When we arrived at the meeting, the psychotherapist you received with a smile, two kisses, all kindness, good vibes, take off your shoes to be more in touch with the earth. Incense bag in a room overlooking a courtyard, without ventilation, and where the heat was a couple of noses ... and on top you put a filled water bottle and horny.

The last session had it clear and I had not heard from my ex. The therapy I was serving, I saw something stupid and was increasingly fly on gestalt.Y were increasingly further apart. He said the therapy showed our differences and I had shit in the pants (sorry for the vocabulary, but he said it as is.)

That same week he left. And the phone told me: that is to be responsible, consistent, assertive. She kissed me in the morning, said he would spend the day out and hours later called me to tell me that he was to vary the pace, was consistent and took the decision to separate for the sake of our son.

Since then everything has been hell. Accusations, insults, throw things in the face. I am immature, I'm the one who sent it all to ruin, has realized that he does not want, say I've played with him, he is hateful, I do not support, does not hold me, I am disgusted.

Especially has realized here and now. When I started to find information online about this psychotherapy made my hair stand on end. I could not believe. The information found in otracaradelagestalt.blogspot.com ko left me for days. Then I started to find people who had the same problem. And today I'm still in shock when reading the stories of other people on this blog.

I've been sick for a long time, but without feeling I was solely responsible. There was something that I do not jibe, for months, and finally understood what had happened.

I'm cornered, I was unable to understand the father of my son who is into a nest of suckers who do courses and get to play with the heads of individuals citing personal growth.

My former partner was weak, I had seen him several times, but never thought enough to eat the head and left. But he is surrounded: the psychotherapist, his sister formed on the agenda of Claudio Naranjo, friends who do NLP. Never had could make him see reason, and the salvation of my relationship had happened to enter games gestalt psychotherapists, let me go, fool myself believing that my self is not mine, another, I'm not like I be, I have to divest myself of everything I learned to become a pure essence.

Life is much easier than that. Life is for living, not spend your time in chimeras to improve yourself. And that's the problem: the dissatisfaction of many lives that long for something that probably never will, but are willing to pay whatever it takes to get it. It sounds like Botox to wrinkles. The more the merrier I am, but when I leave back to the beginning and start again. Money and more money on something that is a mask that makes you happy, makes you feel better person because you think being yourself, but what you have done is to bury yourself and become another. And soon disappears that feeling of euphoria because you go back to being your true self, that you do not agree. But while you have to hand the botox injection you'll be fine, your face will change.

Personally I think this is a new sect that rather than take away domestic savings and take away the money paying courses and training courses and derivatives (such as therapeutic clown, family constellations, laughter therapy ...). And people believe it, and over believed that they work. And worst of all is the damage they do, they throw away what they had because they feel they are not doing well, which were not love, it was all a lie and they have created.

However, they also think that these therapies have the effect virus in people who are selfish, interested and weak. My ex-partner is, and now I've seen.

Now I just fight for my son, avoid at all costs that will target these stories in his head, and that really scares me.

I feel cheated, sad, helpless, deceived and beaten in the sweetest moment of my life. Of course, I no longer affect their psychotic outbreaks with insults included. Well, only sometimes. Ah! You've done your first year of clown.

Greetings.

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