@RabbitsMum,
Wow! You know I think I've gotten closer to receiving some actual help from your free post then I did from 7 years of therapy!
Re: the whole BDSM thing… Your probably getting close with that one; but what I’m really after is a relationship where my wife and I are on the same page; where I can truly relate to her and vice-versa. I’ve been surrounded by incomprehensible foreigners for my entire life and I am sick to death of it. I just want one person who I really get and vice-versa - one person who makes me feel like an actual part of something beyond myself. That just wouldn’t work in a situation where wifey is the boss-lady who understands the environment and I’m the clueless slave who dutifully obeys her instructions. How could we relate to one another if she is someone who understands the world we’re in and I don’t?
What would be more appropriate would be a situation where both me and the missus are co-slaves to an overall management entity/corporation/government/ect. With a stipulation, of course, that whatever we are tasked with doing, we are not separated - we work as an indivisible pair. That way, we are both equals. Even if we are still trapped in a nonsensical world, at least we are comforted by the fact that neither one of us understands what’s going on and that we have a devoted comrade who we can relate to, understand, sympathize with, support, and receive support from. We will not be alone anymore.
Of course, for this situation to be optimal it requires the master to be an ethical entity more preoccupied with improving life rather then prolonging it. But I have to admit that even in a worse-case scenario (master-wise), it’s still a better situation then I’m in now, with my wife in the scenario.
Cults, in theory, are a tremendously promising option; but as you imply, they do tend to lend themselves to corruption, don’t they? It’s a shame. The raw concept has such wonderful promise. Imagine: being able to live somewhere where you can relate to everyone you see - because you all serve a common goal. Imagine being able to respect everyone around you for their understandable and admirably selfless ethics, and to actually be able to enjoy their company. Imagine never feeling like an alien. Also, those cult groups tend to be small enough for everyone to know each other’s name and for them to genuinely care about one another.
But in reality, they tend to be places where the evil exploit the trusting, don’t they? Still, it’s not like life outside said cults is decisively better. Whether it’s mindless societal convention and the powers that be, or just one self-declared “high priest”, someone or something will always exploit your kindness., if you have any.
The Google thing feels like a step in the right direction, but I still think it needs a human element of refinement. Like I said in one of my previous replies, getting involved with a “wrong” group can be a very toxic experience. That’s where a therapist could be of real use. If there was a way I could hire one to wade through said groups and weed out the duds/refine the list down to the leading candidate who seems most in-line with me, that would probably be the first value for money I ever got out of the industry, and probably worth paying even more then $200 and hour for, if I had to.
Not to mention any research she did on the prospective groups out there would doubtlessly be useful for all her other clients, too.
In terms of the financial issues with my therapist… I don’t recall ever mentioning my money status or anything related to money to my therapist. As I said, money was never really an issue that weighed on my mind much - my other problems were far more dire. To the best of my recollection, money was a subject that *she* bought up.
I’ve never had much opportunity to meet women, so there’s never been an issue with a woman wanting me to buy her stuff. In terms of her (the therapist) suggesting something that I couldn’t afford… maybe something like that did happen. I wouldn’t have paid much attention to an incident like that if I thought that the suggestion was a load of rubbish anyway. I wouldn’t have fretted about not being able to afford something I didn’t even want, but she probably could’ve made a fuss about money out of that.