drscott ([personal profile] drscott) wrote2005-04-18 04:15 pm

Dusty Files Discoveries

I was digging through ancient files looking for things to throw away on extra garbage day when I ran into some old docs about my stay at a private psychiatric institute when I was 12. My head therapist was a Dr. Clyde Martin, who (as far as I can tell so far) is probably the same Clyde Martin who was Alfred Kinsey's first assistant and male sex partner. Strange. I remember how he used to embarrass me when I was forced to divulge my sex fantasies.

[identity profile] excessor.livejournal.com 2005-04-18 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I know what I want to talk about tonight at dinner.

[identity profile] greatbearmd.livejournal.com 2005-04-18 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Wish I was a fly on that wall...

[identity profile] foodpoisoningsf.livejournal.com 2005-04-18 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a few degrees of seperation you don't see too often.
And just how did he force you?

[identity profile] dr-scott.livejournal.com 2005-04-18 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Public ridicule (in front of c. 4-8 other doctors). While puffing on a pipe. Don't ask, it made sense at the time. :-)