Therapy…

I was in therapy one day aged 23, a virgin, afraid of women, with the strict female therapist. She was scribbling down notes, she became very fidgety with the pen, jerking said pen,  ” I realise these are difficult questions” she said avoiding eye contact  ” but do you masturbate?” She asked  regaining eye contact and looking at me fixedly. It was a question which had caught me off guard but it was also a question I liked. In a life filled with lows, terrifying lows, this was a high. What could I say but the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, you will know the answer I gave.  ” Yes” I said. She scribbled something down on her notes,  ” hmmm, to what?” She asked,  Jerking the pen again faster. This question had outdone  the first, what could I say but the truth, again you will know the answer I gave “Porn” I said. “Porn, what type of porn?” she asked. This question had outdone the previous two. This was delicious to the ear. What could I say but the truth, this time you will not know the answer I gave ” older women in their 40’s and 50’s” I said.