Bad Filters

I need new filters. And an oil change, some new tires, and maybe a memory wipe. I had my first session with the new therapist tonight. He seems like a nice guy. He's not placating or waiting for me to answer my own questions. I like that. But my homework this week is to figure out what filters I have placed in my mind to help me understand what people are saying to me. Right now, it looks like all of my filters are geared toward self defense and preservation, so I have to delve back into my past and identify what these filters are. Then we'll work on understanding why they're there, and finally remaking them so that I don't take what people say to heart, or the wrong way, or completely misundestand them like I do at the moment. Ah, therapy.