Thirty-years old, strikingly pretty, bright and successful woman,
   flashing with demonstrative energy complains about problems she has
   with other people. She has constant conflicts, arguments and
   collisions with men and women alike. She also mentions the fact
   that during her therapy so far she has repeatedly realised that she
   was fixed on her father who, beside the fact that he wanted to have
   a son and not a girl, keeps roughly criticising and preaching her
   down constantly. The therapy she has undergone so far led her to
   leave home, but the conflicts and repeated failures of partnerships
   continue.

      That has been going on since she was 18. In DS she has conflicts,
   although she is surrounded by a group of friends and admirers, she
   is still dissatisfied and dislocated from life. In one evening club
   programme, she surprisingly rudely attacked "men" remonstrating
   their arrogance, numbness and inconsideration. The she calls women
   "stupid cows". The club ends with a heavy conflict.

      The patient is impossible to miss due to her stature, being about
   190 cm tall, and remarkable with her exceptional beauty. Very well
   educated and gifted. Besides, she is boisterous, competitive and
   dominant. Wherever possible, she tends to indicate the direction
   and tone. The same, however, happens in the group. She sparkles
   with bright ideas, she complements and anticipates the insights and
   explanations of other colleagues, including the psychotherapists.
   Simply unbearable.

      The next day after the club she suffered some kind of a social
   hangover, and perhaps due to that, but also because she had been
   thinking about the catastrophic evening and wanted to speak about
   her share in it, she asked the group members to tell her what they
   did not like about her, what was annoying about her behaviour.
   After a moment of hesitating silence, an avalanche of critical
   reproaches setoff toward her.

   It was evident that such an invitation was self-destructive.

      "I think that you do not know how to deal with your properties",
   the therapist interrupted the destructive battering of the group.
   "You behave like a 220 cm tall black muscular guy, trimmed with
   chains of gold, who wants to 'cover up' his being different. So he
   paints his lips with a white lipstick, opens up his shirt down to
   the waist, and thus 'invisible' he enters a Czech pub with a
   village disco to pick some girls. And then he is surprised to be
   decoyed out by the local boys, where they give him a good flogging
   and rob him the gold and his purse as well." The outburst of
   laughter of the patient (as well as of the whole group) is
   immediately replaced by her tears. She understood. "So what am I
   supposed to do?" she asked helplessly. After a short pause, someone
   in the group said: "One beauty who was elected Miss responded to
   millions of admiring demonstrations saying 'My beauty is the beauty
   of your eyes.' People loved her".

      Still that day, the young woman changed dress, receded to the
   background, dropped her voice and participated only quietly on the
   evening club. "It was an essential discovery for me" she recalled
   later. She indeed changed and the change continues.