Teresa Wymore 🏳️🌈 Storyteller
@teresawymore.bsky.social
Author, Artist, Analysand, Academic. I'm interested in all things psychoanalytic. Postmodern as fuck. | she/her. https://linktr.ee/teresa.social
Analysis is crazy-making sometimes because it’s gaslighting at its finest. You’re talking to a person, but they’re in a role, even while the person leaks. This is a perverse scenario: two people mutually using and disavowing that use.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Perverse Scenarios
58 —The analyst steps back.
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December 6, 2025 at 7:39 PM
Analysis is crazy-making sometimes because it’s gaslighting at its finest. You’re talking to a person, but they’re in a role, even while the person leaks. This is a perverse scenario: two people mutually using and disavowing that use.
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So, back in class, I asked the students about power, and heard, “the patient often has as much or more power than the analyst.” I bet that’s what Smith was saying when he was a student.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Analytic Truth is Desire
57— This essay has nothing to say about power.
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December 5, 2025 at 11:22 AM
So, back in class, I asked the students about power, and heard, “the patient often has as much or more power than the analyst.” I bet that’s what Smith was saying when he was a student.
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Moving the show to Substack. This is going to be a mess. open.substack.com/pub/lostintr...
Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Futility’s Shadow
6 — The time and effort my twin sister gave to life, I gave to art.
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December 4, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Moving the show to Substack. This is going to be a mess. open.substack.com/pub/lostintr...
Sometimes the question isn’t whether it’s transference; it’s whether I’m willing to go on pretending he stands entirely outside the history it touches. medium.com/know-thys...
Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Is It Transference If He Deserves It?
56 — David is a good analyst.
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December 4, 2025 at 7:34 AM
Sometimes the question isn’t whether it’s transference; it’s whether I’m willing to go on pretending he stands entirely outside the history it touches. medium.com/know-thys...
Dual relationships should be seen as a continuum, to be navigated with thoughtful reflection. These things matter to me because this is how shame gets policed. Rules arrive as shame, and shame decides who speaks and who goes quiet.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Policing Shame
55— The intersections of power, sex, and aggression are where heat circulates for me.
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December 3, 2025 at 10:39 PM
Dual relationships should be seen as a continuum, to be navigated with thoughtful reflection. These things matter to me because this is how shame gets policed. Rules arrive as shame, and shame decides who speaks and who goes quiet.
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The most interesting person in the history of psychoanalysis. The one I would love to go back in history and meet.
Austrian psychoanalyst, writer and MaybeGay Anna Freud, daughter and acolyte of Big Daddy #SigmundFreud, was BOTD in 1895. #annafreud #maybegay #bornonthisday #psychoanalysis
Anna Freud
Austrian psychoanalyst and writer Anna Freud was BOTD in 1895. Born in Vienna, the sixth and youngest child of psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud, she trained and worked as a teacher, and followed in her …
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December 3, 2025 at 11:13 AM
The most interesting person in the history of psychoanalysis. The one I would love to go back in history and meet.
This week was nothing short of emotional whiplash. I stumbled upon a paper that drew me in as an interesting intersection between literature and psychoanalysis…and ended up having me question the value of my life.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Demon Lover
54 — I’m exquisitely capable of sustained creation and equally capable of forgetting to need anyone.
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December 2, 2025 at 7:39 PM
This week was nothing short of emotional whiplash. I stumbled upon a paper that drew me in as an interesting intersection between literature and psychoanalysis…and ended up having me question the value of my life.
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He identified with the psychoanalyst, so he made the story about that. In other words, a story of four queer women written by a queer woman still became about the man in the room. medium.com/know-thyself...
Diary of a Psychoanalysis: A Woman’s Desire
60— This is where moral clarity fails.
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December 1, 2025 at 8:33 PM
He identified with the psychoanalyst, so he made the story about that. In other words, a story of four queer women written by a queer woman still became about the man in the room. medium.com/know-thyself...
The asymmetry matters. I give him my interior; he largely stays behind the screen. My taste for edges and for trespass is magnetized by the very architecture. Speech and writing give me another border. I live in both.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: I Almost Had Sex
53— This is a week of harder days.
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December 1, 2025 at 11:22 AM
The asymmetry matters. I give him my interior; he largely stays behind the screen. My taste for edges and for trespass is magnetized by the very architecture. Speech and writing give me another border. I live in both.
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Because I love him. What does that even mean? I love a man I don’t know? I love a man who represents someone else? The verb itself is the real mystery.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Loving David
52 — The familiar confusion of intrusion and frame, power and pleasure.
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November 30, 2025 at 10:39 PM
Because I love him. What does that even mean? I love a man I don’t know? I love a man who represents someone else? The verb itself is the real mystery.
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Thank you to those who have read this so far. It has had a bigger response than I had anticipated - it's now on 150,000 views via Instagram, and Medium has 'boosted' it which means it will reach a wider audience. The response has demonstrated that my experience - decades of many symptoms and
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Last month, I found out I have hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, after decades of chronic pain and medical disinterest.
I've decided to write publicly about this, not just about hypermobility and its health impacts, but about how it feels when doctors don't care:
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I've decided to write publicly about this, not just about hypermobility and its health impacts, but about how it feels when doctors don't care:
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Welcome to my body
After twenty years of pain and repeated medical dead ends, a stranger sent me a message on Instagram. It led to a diagnosis all the doctors…
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November 29, 2025 at 11:46 AM
Thank you to those who have read this so far. It has had a bigger response than I had anticipated - it's now on 150,000 views via Instagram, and Medium has 'boosted' it which means it will reach a wider audience. The response has demonstrated that my experience - decades of many symptoms and
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Meaning, Medications, and Psychodynamic Psychopharmacology: Discussion with David Mintz
Exploring medication effects mediated symbolically
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Exploring medication effects mediated symbolically
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Meaning, Medications, and Psychodynamic Psychopharmacology: Discussion with David Mintz
Exploring medication effects mediated symbolically
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November 29, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Meaning, Medications, and Psychodynamic Psychopharmacology: Discussion with David Mintz
Exploring medication effects mediated symbolically
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Exploring medication effects mediated symbolically
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As if lying on a couch doesn’t require a plunge into water without bottom in sight and no promise of surfacing, while a guy sits behind you with who knows what on his mind. Um… faith.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Drowning in Presence
51 — Don’t get me wrong. I feel great!
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November 29, 2025 at 7:39 PM
As if lying on a couch doesn’t require a plunge into water without bottom in sight and no promise of surfacing, while a guy sits behind you with who knows what on his mind. Um… faith.
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I don’t want catharsis, just continuity, where scars are a warranty. Love redeems violation by acknowledging its legacy and refusing erasure. In this frame, fiction keeps speaking the unconscious and analysis becomes the place that believes it.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Erotics of Continuity
50 —Fifty essays where fiction, diary, and the couch hold heat
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November 28, 2025 at 11:22 AM
I don’t want catharsis, just continuity, where scars are a warranty. Love redeems violation by acknowledging its legacy and refusing erasure. In this frame, fiction keeps speaking the unconscious and analysis becomes the place that believes it.
lostintransference.m...
lostintransference.m...
I guess by keeping the memory and wishing I had more, I did feel something. He has a body, but I haven’t thought about that much. I don’t want to. Because it’s a male body.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: I Touched David
49 —My dense soma of sensation and habit
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November 27, 2025 at 7:34 AM
I guess by keeping the memory and wishing I had more, I did feel something. He has a body, but I haven’t thought about that much. I don’t want to. Because it’s a male body.
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Life is big. That’s been my motto forever. There are always other people, always other opportunities. But even if it’s the end of a relationship or the last opportunity I’ll ever have for something, I’d rather be alone than be humiliated.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Bad Coffee
48 — Echoes of objectified presence
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November 26, 2025 at 10:39 PM
Life is big. That’s been my motto forever. There are always other people, always other opportunities. But even if it’s the end of a relationship or the last opportunity I’ll ever have for something, I’d rather be alone than be humiliated.
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I want a 9-parter about the profession of psychoanalysis from Freud all the way through the "men will do x instead of just going to therapy" meme;
and a nice, tight 4 hours on the stone walls of New England.
and a nice, tight 4 hours on the stone walls of New England.
I figure Ken Burns has one, maybe two big documentary series in him before he fully retires. What do you think they should be? My votes include Football, Hip-Hop, World War 1, Reconstruction (though Skip Gates did this one well), Iraq/Afghanistan, 19th Century Expansionism.
November 25, 2025 at 1:16 AM
I want a 9-parter about the profession of psychoanalysis from Freud all the way through the "men will do x instead of just going to therapy" meme;
and a nice, tight 4 hours on the stone walls of New England.
and a nice, tight 4 hours on the stone walls of New England.
And I keep asking myself how does one just walk away from a crying child? On principle, I guess.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Stealing Love
47 — How does one just walk away from a crying child?
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November 25, 2025 at 7:39 PM
And I keep asking myself how does one just walk away from a crying child? On principle, I guess.
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I don’t know who I am when I don’t create. Actually, I do. I’m no one. I’m nothing. There’s nothing without the act of creating. Because I’m alone. The people inside aren’t even talking. The only one talking is David.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Anhedonia
46 — This is the best I can do.
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November 24, 2025 at 11:22 AM
I don’t know who I am when I don’t create. Actually, I do. I’m no one. I’m nothing. There’s nothing without the act of creating. Because I’m alone. The people inside aren’t even talking. The only one talking is David.
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But who would guess I often leave the room feeling so exposed, I need the containing walls of my closet? Or that I’ve had moments of such self-loathing that I’ve harmed myself and would likely be dead if I’d had an easy way to do it.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Reverie of the Body
45— Always being too much and not enough.
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November 23, 2025 at 10:39 PM
But who would guess I often leave the room feeling so exposed, I need the containing walls of my closet? Or that I’ve had moments of such self-loathing that I’ve harmed myself and would likely be dead if I’d had an easy way to do it.
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With David, I don’t know how to want something without also fearing I’ve manipulated it.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Scenes of Purposeless Sensuality
44 —It’s not about connection. It’s about access.
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November 22, 2025 at 7:39 PM
With David, I don’t know how to want something without also fearing I’ve manipulated it.
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I protest in this confession, this manifesto, this scene of transferential erotics. I know this is mental masturbation. I know it’s fantasy and lonely spectacle. But it’s also truth.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Another Brick in the Wall
43 — This is where the sequel begins.
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November 21, 2025 at 11:22 AM
I protest in this confession, this manifesto, this scene of transferential erotics. I know this is mental masturbation. I know it’s fantasy and lonely spectacle. But it’s also truth.
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Love relies on a body’s trace, even if that body is merely a thought. And all bodies are thought. That’s the lesson of psychoanalysis, that the body is always interpreted, always already fantasized.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Cornflower Blue
42 —Speech ceases when love takes hold.
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November 20, 2025 at 7:34 AM
Love relies on a body’s trace, even if that body is merely a thought. And all bodies are thought. That’s the lesson of psychoanalysis, that the body is always interpreted, always already fantasized.
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I’ve shared the good, the bad, and the ugly from my sexual history with David (and in these essays, too). Yet, with how much I think about sex, why don’t I bring it up in analysis more often?
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: Everything Erotic Everywhere All At Once
41 —Except the couch.
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November 19, 2025 at 10:39 PM
I’ve shared the good, the bad, and the ugly from my sexual history with David (and in these essays, too). Yet, with how much I think about sex, why don’t I bring it up in analysis more often?
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The worst part wasn’t that my dog was dead. Because she was at peace and passed easily. The worst part was discovering what an asshole I am even when I try not to be.
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Diary of a Psychoanalysis: About a Dog
40 — It’s often best if I don’t speak.
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November 18, 2025 at 7:39 PM
The worst part wasn’t that my dog was dead. Because she was at peace and passed easily. The worst part was discovering what an asshole I am even when I try not to be.
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