The patient's anxious, terrifying pleas and treatment refusals can be understood as arising from a developmental impasse in the paranoidschizoid phase of development, resulting in an experience of impending annihilation of self at the hands of an external object (e.g., the therapist), whose offer of help is experienced as invasive. The patient will then attempt to defend herself by depositing her raw annihilation anxiety into the treater via projective identification.
By all rights, Steve Crohn should be dead. A gay man who was regularly exposed to the AIDS virus over a long period, Crohn himself expected to die of AIDS. But he didn't. Eventually he began to think that he might somehow be immune. So he offered himself up to the Aaron Diamond AIDS Research Center in New York. Researchers there agreed to study him. They found he had natural resistance to the virus.
The reason was a genetic mutation that produced AIDS-resistant cells. The gene defect was a promising discovery for the research lab. The Diamond Center filed for a patent on the gene. But neither Crohn nor Eric Fuchs, who had a similar genetic mutation, were listed as co-owners of their own genetic material.
In this case, the man wanted more money than he was getting from welfare. This is not unusual. What is relatively unusual is that the man offered to actually do something to earn more money. In fact, he offered to literally give of himself — of his own body. He had two good kidneys. He figured he only needed one. He wanted more money to live on. And Voila! He struck upon the idea of selling an extra part of his body to raise the dough to do it!
Not a decision to be made lightly, he none-the-less considered the options and made it. The mistake he made was to have the effrontery to assume that his body belonged to him! How absurd! How preposterous! The gall of this guy to think he owned his own body!
Snuff is made from tobacco. You stuff it up your nose instead of smoking it. So its safe, isn't it? Well, it has its own dangers. Snuff is powdered tobacco. It will probably make you sneeze when you take it for the first time. In your nose, nicotine can diffuse out of the snuff and through the mucous membrane of your nose into your blood. Taken in this way, nicotine will have exactly the same effect as taking nicotine by smoking. It will speed-up your heart: it can also cause heart disease. Because you are not smoking it, you will not be inhaling anything into your lungs: there is no tar.
I am one-legged, female, married and 28 years old at this writing. I underwent voluntary left upper-thigh amputation when I was 16. This occurred with the consent of my parents and on the recommendation of my psychiatrist, following almost two years of therapy and evaluation, as treatment for an obsession with becoming an amputee that was interfering with every other aspect of my life. Or in other words, I was a wannabe, and was allowed to have an amputation because my doctors correctly believed that would be less disabling than my desire to have it. I consider myself extremely fortunate in obtaining the aid of physicians who saw my condition as a valid reason for surgery, as I was in having parents open-minded and loving enough to accept such a strange need on the part of their daughter and permit her to satisfy it.
Welcome to the "Whose Body Part Is It Anyways?" Every week five pictures of will be put up. The pictures will be of a body part of past or present WWF Lady.
MISSION: To raise public awareness about male genital cutting (MGC) practices and increase public understanding of genital integrity as a fundamental human right.
NOHARMM stands in solidarity with women against female genital cutting (FGC), and firmly opposes sexism, racism, ageism, homophobia and anti-Semitism. We impugn no gender, race or religion, but assert that an intact body is a universal human right.
I'm really not sure how much you know about me...how much you've been aware of since your spirit was grafted on to mine. If you tell me about your dreams, maybe we can work out what events they correspond to.
Anyway, my name is Ganeth, though most of my friends call me "G"; that was all I remembered of my name back when they met me. My clan was called the Barshen (related to the Mareks) back when it existed; when it suddenly stopped existing, my death was staged and I spent a few decades forgetting my identity and creating a new one, until I ended up believing I had total amnesia but figured I'd grown up around humans because of my accentless Common.
And guess what? I'm skinny. Yeah, that's right. All the way down to... oh, I'd guess 100–105 pounds now. I'm five-foot-six. Nobody knows I'm sick, they just think I'm skinny.
And you fucking think that's ATTRACTIVE? Well FUCK you. I'd rather gain three hundred pounds and be bloated and fat and have people call me horrible names and compare me to kitchen appliances. I'd rather be OBESE if only I could be healthy. If only I could feel like myself again.
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Richard C. Bilson