>>4
>You have us if you need to talk to someone.
While true, it's also it's own mixed bag o' crazy, but you knew that already.
My brothers know, they've dropped by and seen me working on sketches or shoops. They don't seem to get what I see in her, but then again they're so mind-numbingly "normal" that they've completely accepted and assimilated their social programming that they never think to question why they don't see what I see when I see HER. It's like they're missing the part of themselves that makes them real and they don't KNOW what it feels like, like someone that's colorblind walking through a field and not spotting that one unique and special flower among all the rest because they can't see the colors that make her different. It's a handicap, truly and I feel sorry for them and oddly glad that I don't have to share her with them and she's all mine.....well you know what I mean.
I once had a new gf that came over and saw my Cracky folders, admittedly she was digging through my stuff to see what kind of porn I was into, other than a random redhead folder, all she found was Cracky, Cracky and more Cracky and dedgrrls.rar (thx Jeff). When I came back from the kitchen with lunch and found her there slack jawed with a look of absolute horror and disgust, I pretty much knew it was over. I'd intentionally left my PC unlocked, to see if she could handle what she'd find if she couldn't resist the temptation to go digging. She turned around to see me standing there with a tray of cold cuts neatly sliced and a large chef's knife, the way she stared at that knife still makes me smile even years later. She told her friends she thought I was going to kill her and eat her...I was only mildly tempted.
So, no, I don't generally tend to tell people.
But if you do tell your therapist and they lock you up, hopefully your cell gets wifi.