Desensitization is a gradual decline in an instinctive reaction and the subsequent display associated with it. This reduction may be achieved by habituation; repeated exposure to a situation that makes one... uncomfortable.
The Curious Subject submits the following opinion for consideration: the affliction of desensitization is a merciless smothering of the Body Organism- the raw feral instinct which two-leggers vehemently deny and in fact take pride in rejecting. Scorn the lingering animal instinct all you want you hairless, hornless, fangless, fleshy little dough balls, because fairness (the stuff of fantasy) will incorperate the two-leggers back into the food chain as an active member with the potential to hunt prey or provide nutrients to stronger hunters. Alas, it seems likely that this ideal solution remains dependent on mythical wish granting forces...a genie... a star... a deity... mermaids... or something equally as absurd.
Habituation can stealthily rob you of your good senses and caution while disguised as a procession of time. As the fiendish creature of therapy grows older and more familiar, this has triggered a lessening on the Body Organism's 'give-a-shit' meter. No trickery or excuses, just a general refusal to operate on the Saddlebred-foamy-sweat level during the sessions. This was a most unexpected discovery for the Couch-Dweller as well as the Doctor. The table divided the opinions: enthusiastic and reassured of progress faced the uncomfortable dimming of alertness. Feigning thrilled agreement, smiling about the positive changes and progress proved to be the social lubricant that allowed for pride to be satisfied at the end of the brief commentary on the topic.
The variable for the upcoming appointment is the additional body. A fellow herd member will be attending. If there were ever a realistic variable that might have a chance at wiggling the Doctor’s composure for a mere moment, it would be the one which is approaching. The Variable herd member, who does not find amusement in abiding by the polite social expectations of conversation, will be set loose on the Doctor with no disclaimer to allow preparation. Of course the entire ordeal will go swimmingly, all will be polite, poised, calm yet efficient while keeping the energy comfortable. Scrupulous observations are bound to reveal the subtle signals in either party, perhaps tension in folded hands, a twitch in the eyelid, or maybe even a slight pressure held in the lips.
Desensitization has proven to be quite the sly villain who is cowardly and fights in the shadows, but an epic in-a-personal-world battle is brewing. Let the stealthy weakling battle with The Body Organism, who is bat-shit-fucking-crazy and remarkably scrappy.
