<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226482440910522510</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:20:04.201-08:00</updated><category term='畫'/><category term='暴食症'/><category term='詩'/><category term='夢'/><category term='易服癖'/><title type='text'>女心理治療師手記</title><subtitle type='html'>每個踏進治療室的人都帶著一個沉重的過去，而這些過去直壓得人喘不過氣來。每個心理問題都在演說人性黑暗的一面，每個人也都有黑暗的一面。這裏記載了在治療室內所述說過的故事。當掩上治療室門時，人就像是進入另一個世界，一個可以暫時忘記自己，放下身段，勇敢面對本我的空間...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>我只是個女人</title><content type='html'>我和小雪見面是在一間律師事務所的會客室內，小雪的打扮新潮而嫵媚，誇張而濃烈的化妝把小雪的五官顯得更突出，就像個雜誌封面女郎。當我和小雪四目交投時，我卻認出了在這厚厚的化妝下是另一張我所認識的面孔，可是從小雪的眼神裡我相信她不認得我。&lt;br /&gt;有位律師朋友在這間律師事務所工作，因為他有個客人被控告賣淫，他想以這位客人的心理不平衡作為辯護，他邀請我為他的客人作心理評估，我事先已跟這位律師朋友講清楚，我是根據客人的心理狀況和我的專業知識去做評估，而不是為了配合他的辯護而做評估，評估的結果也許未必有利他的辯護，我的律師朋友爽快地答應︰「可以，沒有問題，我尊重你的評估。我敢肯定這客人心理有問題..... 就算我沒有你的專業知識，單憑我做了人 幾十年，我肯定這位客人真是有問題....」接著他為我介紹這位客人的背景。&lt;br /&gt;小雪其實是城內一名門的公子，有易服癖，愛作女性打扮，因為這不體面的喜好小雪從不出席公開活動，甚至家族聚會亦極少出席，作風行為非常低調，成年後不久便搬出自住，在中環soho區開了間畫廊，跟一些藝術文化人仕來往。在一次掃黃行動中被捕，是次行動是收到一家高級服務式住宅報案有人利用該住宅賣淫。警方在五個單位逮捕了二十多位人仕，小雪的單位正在進行集交，由小雪及另外一男一女為兩女一男服務。事件相當轟動，因為當中有幾位是名門望族，小雪卻是唯一一位出身名門而被控告賣淫。&lt;br /&gt;我向小雪表明來意及尋求他的同意接受心理評估，然後我向律師朋友點頭示意他可以離開會客室，當會客室的門剛關上，我便問小雪︰「今日覺得怎樣﹖」&lt;br /&gt;小雪長長地吸一口氣，然後淡淡地說︰「有點痛，頭有點痛。」&lt;br /&gt;我問︰「心情如何﹖」&lt;br /&gt;小雪︰「無奈。」&lt;br /&gt;我問︰「擔心嗎﹖」&lt;br /&gt;小雪︰「不．．．唔．．．有些。」&lt;br /&gt;我示意繼續。&lt;br /&gt;小雪把手放在胸前︰「我擔心又要把她藏起來，這裡是一顆女人的心，我剛有機會讓她釋放出來，現在又要把她藏來起了。」&lt;br /&gt;我問︰「當時有什麼感覺，在想些什麼﹖」&lt;br /&gt;小雪雙眼閃爍著興奮︰「我覺得自己是個女人，我只是個女人。」&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226482440910522510-2458632390607194371?l=female-therapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/2458632390607194371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7226482440910522510&amp;postID=2458632390607194371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/2458632390607194371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/2458632390607194371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_1381.html' title='我只是個女人'/><author><name>matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236429509683841701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226482440910522510.post-4360067636228326132</id><published>2008-01-07T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:36:16.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='暴食症'/><title type='text'>食物的朋友</title><content type='html'>阿轉剛才那句「我想變回食物的享樂者。」彷彿在治療室內回響了好一陣，我分不出是她說話的回音還是她說話的氣勢，我給她的話懾著了，我慢慢地吸一口氣，再慢慢地呼出那口氣，整頓一下聲調，淡然地說︰「不如做食物的朋友﹖」&lt;br /&gt;當阿轉聽到我這句話時，眼內閃過一下不穩定的眼光，太快了，我捉摸不定她對這句話的反應，她也淡淡然地說︰「怎樣做﹖」&lt;br /&gt;我說︰「我會為你進行催眠治療，帶你進入催眠狀態，讓你明白食物是你的朋友，你應該尊重食物，因為它為你帶來能量維持你的生命，也讓你享受口福之樂，你和食物是在平等的立場上建立互重互愛，互相支持，你會珍惜每一口放進嘴裡的食物，細嚼慢嚥，嚐盡食物的美味。食物和你是同伴，它會在你有需要的時候給你所需的能量，讓你可以繼續工作，它也是你的朋友，在歡樂的節日裡和你一起慶祝，渡過喜慶的時刻。你尊重珍惜它給你的能量，也享受它帶給你的歡愉，而你亦能和它保持平等互愛的關係。」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉點頭示意同意。我接著詳細解釋如何進行催眠治療，在催眠狀況她將會有什麼感覺，估計需要多少次的治療等等。&lt;br /&gt;阿轉在頭三次的治療都表現得很合作，每次都有明顯的進展，到第四次治療後我和她都認為她已經不需要再接受治療，我送她離開治療室時說︰「別說再見，有問題仍可以來找我。在治療室外我們是陌生人。祝你生活愉快﹗」&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226482440910522510-4360067636228326132?l=female-therapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/4360067636228326132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7226482440910522510&amp;postID=4360067636228326132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/4360067636228326132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/4360067636228326132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_07.html' title='食物的朋友'/><author><name>matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236429509683841701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226482440910522510.post-3772433464083916611</id><published>2008-01-07T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:18:00.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='詩'/><title type='text'>寂寞是…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;寂寞是﹐無論有多少朋友﹐卻有些話不知跟誰講﹐如何講。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;寂寞是﹐文字寫得不錯﹐心裡深處那感覺卻只有聽一首歌、看一場電影的時候﹐才能釋放。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;寂寞是﹐聽一首歌、看一場電影的時候﹐內心突然一陣痛﹐卻無法跟旁人講清楚。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;寂寞是﹐難過的時候﹐別人都以為你堅強獨立。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;寂寞是﹐心裡有座上鎖的堡壘﹐有一天想把它打開﹐卻發現開鎖人不在眼前。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;寂寞是﹐旁人都覺得你沒有憂慮﹐而你卻感到生命無常和荒謬。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;寂寞是﹐朋友間相聚時很高興﹐過後卻感到寂寥依然。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;寂寞是﹐身處山上內心平靜﹐可是石屎森林才是你的家。&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;寂寞是﹐興高采烈計劃未來生活的時候﹐才發現生活裡只有自己一人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226482440910522510-3772433464083916611?l=female-therapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/3772433464083916611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7226482440910522510&amp;postID=3772433464083916611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/3772433464083916611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/3772433464083916611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='寂寞是…'/><author><name>matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236429509683841701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226482440910522510.post-901840411603013905</id><published>2008-01-04T00:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:35:59.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='畫'/><title type='text'>Edvard Much 的 Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv42uADwZmM/R33ylJ08REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5h8CbaeK9Uw/s1600-h/13sep-oslo-177c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv42uADwZmM/R33ylJ08REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5h8CbaeK9Uw/s400/13sep-oslo-177c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151540268888769602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna是Edvard Munch 的另一著名作品﹐曾和「吶喊」一起失竊。&lt;a href="http://www.personal.psu.edu/users/c/r/crc196/assignment6.html" target="_self"&gt;Edvard Munch&lt;/a&gt;的畫有個奇妙的地方﹐就是看過以後﹐畫裡律動的色彩和傳遞的強烈情感﹐不時在腦海裡盤旋﹐揮之不去。對於Madonna﹐畫家這樣解說﹕  &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The pause during which the entire world halts in its orbit. Your face embodies all the beauty of the world. Your lips, as crimson as a ripe fruit, are half open as if to express pain. A corpse’s smile. Here life and death shake hands. The chain that links thousands of past generations to the thousands to come has been meshed.&lt;/em&gt;" -Edvard Munch (1863年12月12日—1944年1月23日)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;表現主義的作品很能衝擊人的內心。十九世紀﹐有一群畫家厭倦了純客觀地描繪景物﹐面對人生的錯綜複雜，他們選擇在線條和色彩裡注入更多主觀情感因素並加以發揮﹐因此更能觸動到觀者的情緒。他們被稱為表現主義。作為表現主義的先驅﹐Edvard Munch 講得很透徹﹕&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We want more than a mere photograph of nature. We do not want to paint pretty pictures to be hung on drawing-room walls. We want to create, or at least lay the foundations of, an art that gives something to humanity. An art that arrests and engages. An art created of one’s innermost heart.&lt;/em&gt;"  -Edvard Munch&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We should no longer paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. We should paint living people who breathe, feel, suffer and love"  (我們將不再畫那些在室內讀報的男人和織毛線的女人。我們應該畫那些活著的人，他們呼吸、有感覺、遭受痛苦、並且相愛。)&lt;/em&gt; -Edvard Munch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Publish Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226482440910522510-901840411603013905?l=female-therapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/901840411603013905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7226482440910522510&amp;postID=901840411603013905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/901840411603013905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/901840411603013905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/2008/01/edvard-much-madonna.html' title='Edvard Much 的 Madonna'/><author><name>matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236429509683841701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv42uADwZmM/R33ylJ08REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5h8CbaeK9Uw/s72-c/13sep-oslo-177c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226482440910522510.post-5053350560356858486</id><published>2008-01-04T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:35:59.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='畫'/><title type='text'>Edvard Much 的吶喊</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv42uADwZmM/R33xr508RDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LaISrjZarXY/s1600-h/munch-scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv42uADwZmM/R33xr508RDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LaISrjZarXY/s400/munch-scream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151539285341258802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;從這畫裡﹐你看到了甚麼？  &lt;p&gt;去北歐前﹐沒聽過Edvard Munch (1863-1944)﹐幾年前對於「吶喊」(Scream) 失竊略有所聞。輾轉間﹐名畫尋回了﹐仍在Oslo的國家畫廊展出。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;看了Munch的作品和旁邊的介紹﹐感覺很強烈﹐猶如一根錘子在心頭敲打﹐那股震蕩久久不散。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Munch 是表現主義的先軀﹐擅長把人內心的焦慮、恐懼、寂寞等情感描繪在畫布上。畫的前端﹐一個黑衣人雙手捂著耳朵﹐骷髏形狀的面部扭曲﹐睜大眼睛﹐張開嘴巴大聲 喊叫﹐仿彿只有竭斯底里地嘶叫﹐才能釋放內心的極度的不安、恐懼與疏離感。畫的左邊﹐有兩個人慢慢向著嘶叫中的黑衣人走來﹐他們邊散步邊談天﹐一副平靜的 模樣﹐對黑夜人的情緒似乎沒有絲毫反應﹐人與人之間的疏離感﹐深刻呈現在畫家強烈的色彩裡﹐挑動觀眾的情緒。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;畫家這樣解說道﹐"&lt;em&gt;I was walking along a path with two friends—the sun was setting—suddenly the sky turned blood red—I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence—there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city—my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety—and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.&lt;/em&gt; —Edvard Munch"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;半 世紀前的畫作﹐跟今天的社會竟是那樣吻合。每個人都忙著自己的工作和生活﹐每個人都是一個獨立個體﹐自己一台電腦、一個手提電話、一個MP3/iPod﹐ 沉浸在自己的世界中﹐在物質、精神和情感生活上自負盈虧﹐順境時快活自在﹐絕望時大聲嘶喊也沒人聽得見﹔因為﹐別人也沉浸在自己的世界中﹐在物質、精神和 情感生活自負盈虧﹐順境時快活自在…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;那天在畫廊裡﹐我站在「吶喊」面前忍不住看了又看﹐感覺很強烈﹐猶如一根錘子在心頭敲打﹐那股震蕩久久不散。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226482440910522510-5053350560356858486?l=female-therapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/5053350560356858486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7226482440910522510&amp;postID=5053350560356858486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/5053350560356858486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/5053350560356858486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/2008/01/edvard-much.html' title='Edvard Much 的吶喊'/><author><name>matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236429509683841701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv42uADwZmM/R33xr508RDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LaISrjZarXY/s72-c/munch-scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226482440910522510.post-2929689240114633836</id><published>2007-12-31T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:15:16.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='詩'/><title type='text'>塵封的角落</title><content type='html'>心裡有個塵封的角落 ﹐&lt;a href="http://back2life.blogsome.com/images/falling_flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不去碰它﹐不覺得怎樣 ﹐&lt;br /&gt;日子久了﹐就被遺忘 ﹐&lt;br /&gt;連鎖也生鏽 ﹐鑰匙也丟了。&lt;br /&gt;心裡有個塵封的角落 ﹐&lt;br /&gt;某天﹐撿到一條鑰匙﹐ &lt;br /&gt;敲開生鏽的鎖﹐滿心歡喜﹐&lt;br /&gt;蕩起一陣波紋﹐在心裡。&lt;br /&gt;心裡有個塵封的角落 ﹐&lt;br /&gt;某天﹐ 打開門窗﹐&lt;br /&gt;風吹進來﹐灰塵揚起 ﹐&lt;br /&gt;嗆了幾聲﹐紅了眼睛。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226482440910522510-2929689240114633836?l=female-therapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/2929689240114633836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7226482440910522510&amp;postID=2929689240114633836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/2929689240114633836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/2929689240114633836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_8566.html' title='塵封的角落'/><author><name>matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236429509683841701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226482440910522510.post-9111520105186673348</id><published>2007-12-31T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:12:26.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='夢'/><title type='text'>夢是「本我」在夜裡寫的信</title><content type='html'>習慣在同一時間看幾本書。把書放在床頭﹐今天這本翻幾頁﹐明天那本翻幾頁。有些書看到一半看不下去﹐就暫擱一旁﹐等哪天興頭來時再看。最近在看的 "The way of the dream, conversations on Jungian dream interpretation with Marie-louise von Franz"﹐就是兩年前擱下的。&lt;br /&gt;Marie-louise von Franz是精神分析大師容格(Carl G. Yung)的徒弟。書中用了一個有趣的譬喻﹐「夢是本我在夜裡寫給我們的信﹐它告訴我們多做點這些事﹐少做點那些事。」 (We can say the dreams are the letters which the Self writes to us every night, telling us to do a bit more of this, or to do a bit less of that, or to go ahead to the left, or to go ahead to the right. If we look back over life, we can see that there is a pattern, as if the Self has a plan for us, a kind of destiny.)&lt;br /&gt;經常做夢﹐夢裡劇情豐富﹐顏色分明﹐只是醒後不久就忘了大部份情節。印象深刻的是幾年前的一個夢﹐和幾個朋友坐著車子﹐我坐在後座近左邊車門的位置。夜晚時分﹐四週漆黑一片﹐車子在曠野裡行走﹐我把頭伸出車窗向上望﹐夜空是美得極致的深藍色﹐繁星點點﹐清楚看到人馬星座掛在天空﹐是真的像一個人首馬身的形狀﹐閃爍著很美很美。內心感到一片寧靜﹐於是大聲告訴同車的朋友﹐「看﹐這是人馬座。」…&lt;br /&gt;容格是佛洛伊德以外最有影響力的精神分析大師﹐除了精神分析外﹐他對神秘主義和超感官現象也深感興。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226482440910522510-9111520105186673348?l=female-therapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/9111520105186673348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7226482440910522510&amp;postID=9111520105186673348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/9111520105186673348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/9111520105186673348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_31.html' title='夢是「本我」在夜裡寫的信'/><author><name>matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236429509683841701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226482440910522510.post-7772939318435483899</id><published>2007-12-30T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:59:19.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='暴食症'/><title type='text'>食物的享樂者</title><content type='html'>當我快要以為自己直覺錯了，以為阿轉只是因為寂寞而患上暴食症時，阿轉像是看透我似的說︰「我不是因為寂寞才暴食，上一個治療師便當我是個寂寞的人來治療，根本不是。」阿轉堅定地看著我，接著繼續說︰「我喜愛那快要脹爆及嘔吐的感覺，很嘔心但亦很過癮。」說到過癮時眼睛睜大，面額發紅，精神處於興奮的狀況。&lt;br /&gt;我說︰「你一直也都覺得很過癮嗎﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉︰「我第一次是聽收音機得知可以扣喉把所吃過的東西都嘔出來，那時我才正在讀中四，我都沒想過什麼，只是一試便上了癮。像吸毒似的，每個星期都要試上一兩次，後來次數漸密。有段時間甚至每天也要。一邊覺得很過癮一邊郤又覺得很後悔。」&lt;br /&gt;我心想阿轉今年三十三歲，中四到現在已十八年了!!! 怎麼沒有人發現她的問題﹖&lt;br /&gt;阿轉︰「讀書時差點給家人發現，那時便會節制些，後來工作後不久我便自己搬出來住。自己住便讓這暴食發揮至極點，我簡直是上了天堂便快樂，在自已的天地裏盡情吃盡情嘔，我覺得那便是我的人生。」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉︰「那時的我是食物的享樂者，我愛極了食物，我也有能力買到我喜歡的食物，吃個夠吃個飽，也吃到嘔。我有工作能力，自己賺錢自己用，我賺到足夠的錢，可以自己買樓，可以買到自己喜歡的東西，我更有多餘的錢足夠供養父母 --」&lt;br /&gt;我截止她的話︰「這不會令你來到這裡，告訴我為什麼要來這裡。」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉咪了一下眼，嘴角抽了一下，說︰「我一開始便跟你說了，我現在是食物的奴隸。」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉嚥了一下口水，停了一下，再說︰「我想變回食物的享樂者。」&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226482440910522510-7772939318435483899?l=female-therapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/7772939318435483899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7226482440910522510&amp;postID=7772939318435483899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/7772939318435483899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/7772939318435483899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_30.html' title='食物的享樂者'/><author><name>matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236429509683841701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226482440910522510.post-2091221880745179895</id><published>2007-12-24T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:25:42.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='暴食症'/><title type='text'>食物的奴隸</title><content type='html'>第一次見阿轉便有預感會是個棘手的個案。&lt;br /&gt;阿轉給人的印象很健康正面，外表乾淨整齊，雖不算是大美人，但比起許多女明星漂亮，說話談吐開朗跳脫，舉止大方自然，在開頭十分鐘的認識談話中完全找不到任何破綻，和家人朋友的關係都非常好，對工作亦積極進取，三十開來，雖然未婚但已有個固定的男友。&lt;br /&gt;我只好單刀進入︰「有什麼我可以幫你的嗎﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉低一低頭，給自己鼓勵一下，然後說︰「我有暴食症。」&lt;br /&gt;我︰「嗯，這對你有什麼影響﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉︰「我成了食物的奴隸。」&lt;br /&gt;我︰「這是個問題嗎﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉呆一呆疑惑地問︰「這不是個問題嗎﹖」&lt;br /&gt;我沒有回應她的問題︰「什麼原因讓你來這裏﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉︰「我不想再淪為食物的奴隸。」&lt;br /&gt;我︰「情況是怎樣﹖當你暴食的時候。」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉直看著我︰「我會買很多食物，返回家播放最喜愛的dvd，邊吃邊看，吃到肚皮也快脹爆時，去廁所扣喉，把食物盡量嘔吐出來，然後再吃，扣喉，再嘔吐。最近更上了酒癮，邊吃邊飲酒，有時會飲至醉醺醺，不用扣喉也會嘔吐。」阿轉說話時眼睛直盯著我，呼吸漸漸急速，面額漸紅，雙手緊握 。&lt;br /&gt;我︰「當時你有什麼感覺﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉︰「興奮，滿足。」&lt;br /&gt;我︰「當時你在想什麼﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉︰「什麼也不用想，完完全全的放鬆放縱放任。」&lt;br /&gt;我︰「之後會怎樣﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉︰「後悔，羞愧，覺得自己沒有自制力。有幾次扣損了喉，吐了血。」&lt;br /&gt;我︰「有看醫生嗎﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉搖頭示意否︰「過一兩天便不痛像沒事似的。」&lt;br /&gt;我︰「什麼事情會令你想暴食﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉︰「沒有什麼原因，我整天都想著食物，經常都想吃東西。一下班自己一個人在家便想大吃一頓。」&lt;br /&gt;我︰「一個人的時候便想大吃一頓，對吧﹖」&lt;br /&gt;阿轉點頭。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7226482440910522510-2091221880745179895?l=female-therapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/feeds/2091221880745179895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7226482440910522510&amp;postID=2091221880745179895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/2091221880745179895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7226482440910522510/posts/default/2091221880745179895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://female-therapist.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='食物的奴隸'/><author><name>matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236429509683841701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
