While I have been fiddling around with this dumb blog for the last ten years, my Penis moved to Baltimore to attain an advanced degree in Psychiatry at John Hopkins University. We here at Citizen of the Month are now proud to bring a new voice into the community to help my readers with answers to pressing problems related to issues of mental illness, anxiety, and depression.
About Dr. Penis —
Dr. P., as he is known by his colleagues and patients, brings a wide range of professional and life experience to his practice as a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist. He has spoken to national audiences on radio and at workshops and seminars internationally, and is a frequent guest writer at the Elephant Journal, Jungian Newsletter, and Huffington Post. Dr. Penis is sought after for his work in Dream Analysis, Psychoanalytic Psychotherapy, Somatic Work, and Hypnosis.
All questions submitted to Dr. Penis are real, submitted by real people, but kept anonymous for privacy reasons.
Dear Dr. P,
Hello, Dr. P. I could really use your help. I’m a man who considers himself a bit of a budding photographer. Recently, I went to a fun and creative photo retreat in Canada. There were thirteen other participants. On the first day of the retreat, the leader wanted us to split into pairs in order to practice portraiture. I wanted to pair up with “Katie” because I was a fan of her photography, but when the time came to ask her, I started to worry, “What if she wants to pair up with someone else — someone more of a professional than I am — and then if I suggest we pair up, I will be putting her in the awkward position of saying no to me, or even worse, yes just our of politeness, and then a coldness would develop which would tarnish our friendship forever. Soon, everyone was partnered except the last two, one being me, and I had flashbacks to being picked last for softball in camp. Do I sound codependent to you? One of the attributes of codependency is an overwhelming need to care for others before themselves? Should I join a codependent twelve step group?
Dear Codependent Carl,
First of all, thank you for writing to me. Expressing your fears is the first step in overcoming them. All men have fears. Imagine yourself walking into a bar, seeing Scarlet Johansson sitting by herself, and going over to her to say, “You don’t know me, Scarlet Johansson, but I’d like you to come home with me tonight to make sweet sweet love.”
That would be difficult for even the most confident of men.
Of course, you were just pairing off at a photography retreat, so there is no real comparison with picking up Scarlet Johansson in a bar. You are just a fucking wimp. Grow up, pussy boy! What’s the matter with you?
And don’t give me that bullshit about you protecting this “Katie” from making the decision. She’s an adult who can make her own decision. She’s probably more of an adult than you. Stop trying to read the minds of others. And stop rationalizing your own pussyhood. You didn’t do if because you were protecting her or fearing her reaction. You were afraid of your OWN reaction! Maybe she even WANTED to pair up with you also. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was your real fear — that she would say YES, and then you would feel responsible for her enjoyment for the rest of the day. Your mind is like a sewer plant of wrongful thinking.
Jung once said, “Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” I say, “Get over yourself, you narcissistic nutjob! Stop treating others like children and yourself as the dutiful, responsible parent. Their decisions are their own. It’s always easier worrying about others than yourself.”
“Am I codependent?” you ask. How the fuck should I know? No real professional gives a diagnosis on the internet. I do know that whatever size dick you were born with has grown progressively smaller as you have grown older, almost the reverse of what happened with Pinocchio’s nose, and if you continue on this path of thinking you need to please others all the time, by the time you are retirement age, you cock will have shriveled up and turned into dust.
Should you go to a codependency twelve-step group? I would. Many codependent women substitute sex for love. You get my meaning or do I need to spell it out? You go to F-U-C-K THEM.
To wrap this up, Codependent Carl, because I’m growing a little tired of thinking about you, here’s what you need to write on your forehead and look at in the mirror every morning —
“Let others make their own decisions. Grow up and take care of your own fucked-up life first. Because no one else will. And most importantly, always remember this — every time you don’t ask for something that you want, you dick grows smaller.”
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