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(Long pause. Humorously:) Censored material: in a matter of days you effectively helped Ruburt to largely overcome a problem that had bothered him deeply—the bathroom situation.

You took one small but important area—one that bothered him deeply, and frightened him; narrowed it down, so to speak, pointed out a simple but effective method of operation to be followed. You clearly made it known that you expected him to behave in that one regard in a different manner. That one habit and no other was to be changed. It was difficult for him. He struggled, for example, against the old ingrained pattern, to get himself up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, or to stop what he was doing in the day, to go every hour, yet he did so. You checked up on him in the beginning. This was important, and helped strengthen the entire affair.

You also avoided some issues to your advantage, though it may not seem so. Ruburt was to go to the bathroom, period. He did not have to walk straighter or faster—the getting there, or the destination, regardless of the method, was stressed.

(Several times this morning while we were working Jane mentioned that she was receiving flashes from Seth about a particular subject—the refrigerator in our bathroom. [...]

Why does a small kitchen make a refrigerator sanitary in a bathroom?

The fact is that regardless, Ruburt, of the smallness of your kitchen, it simply is not physically sanitary or even psychically healthful to keep food in a bathroom. [...]

[...] I found to my great concern that Jane had fallen from her chair in the doorway of the bathroom. [...]

[...] You heard him, and wondered if he was perhaps in the bathroom and needed your help. [...]

[...] At the same time an inhibited impulse arose—to go to the bathroom—that he had ignored. [...]

[...] His bodily impulse to move and to go to the bathroom was even stronger. [...]

He is to get up at least once for the bathroom in that period.

(Our difficulties made themselves known with a vengeance when I pushed Jane into the bathroom in her chair after 10:30 PM: because for the first time, she failed to be able to get up from her seat on the john, and back to her chair as I stood waiting. [...] I couldn’t reach her to help from the other side of the chair, because of our bathroom’s architecture. The ultimate fear had manifested itself, then: Jane was no longer able to maneuver in the bathroom. [...]

(“Can you offer a few words of encouragement about his movements in the bathroom? [...]

[...] Ruburt will find himself dependable enough to walk in the bathroom again, and within a relatively short period. [...]

(The bathroom is in the center of our apartment; the living room is on one side of it, the bedroom and my studio on the other. In order to keep our cat, Willy, off our bed at night, we put him in the living room and close the door on that side of the bathroom. [...]

(The next thing I knew, I was hovering in the air in our darkened bathroom. [...]

[...] I had no memory of actually leaving my body and moving into the bathroom.

[...] You were both pleased when Ruburt walked from the bathroom to the table with his plunger. [...]

[...] He went to the bathroom, and as he did he knew at once that his bodily situation had changed. [...]

It was obvious in the bathroom that his legs, which had been stable for several days, and showing improvements, were now trembling and insecure, but he interpreted that bodily message with self-disapproval, at the end of the hallway he had to sit down. [...]

(“Incredible,” I said to myself, thinking about the daily struggle she now had to contend with just to do a few basic things like using the bathroom. [...] She’d reached her limit in some areas, such as the bathroom. [...]

[...] she said in the bathroom, half crying, after another struggle to get back into her chair from the john.

[...] Your taking a hand at the painting, in the bathroom particularly you see, turned the tide more quickly than otherwise.

The weight gain, incidentally, should begin when the bathroom painting is completed. [...]

[...] You have done very well, helping Ruburt with the bathroom difficulty. [...]

When he is proficient with the bathroom routine, which you were very wise to begin, we will start some other simple new routines, one at a time, instilling appropriate body reaction to a safe universe. [...]

The legs are extending further, however, and sometimes when he walks in the bathroom this is quite obvious. [...]

[...] Quickly she tossed him into the bathroom and closed the door.

(And Willy, strolling out of the bathroom, displayed no upset at all. [...]

[...] The bathroom light had been off only ten minutes at the most and the bathroom door closed. [...]

The next thing I knew, I had the feeling that I was hovering in our dark bathroom. [...]

[...] I closed them to deepen my trance and reached out for the bathroom doorknob. [...]

[...] The whole bathroom you see is highly significant, as explained earlier.

[...] When the bathroom is entirely completed with the exception of the ceiling perhaps, then the clothing should be washed, and preferably, this time at a different laundromat.

[...] I went out because I thought I should; anyhow later, the parts stopped being sore; and walking there was another difference as if I were trying to swing some from side to side the way you should; felt some ambitious, cleaned bathroom a bit....

[...] I noticed them in the bathroom tonight too. [...]

[...] The bathroom should be redone, and gaily. [...]

[...] The bathroom area is a sensitive one for the reasons given.

[...] Now Seth rather imperiously commanded us to move our little table over a few feet so that it faced the doorway to our bathroom. [...]

[...] Your bathroom is much too light for what you desire. [...]

(Seth then ordered us to shut the bathroom door. [...]

[...] In the bathroom procedures, remind Ruburt of spontaneity. That will help, when he spontaneously follows the impulse to go to the bathroom, rather than think he must, for example.

[...] We got a larger one for foods that we didn’t use every day, and this second refrigerator I put in our huge bathroom, a great old-fashioned tiled room that’s easily five times as large as the kitchen. [...]

[...] Seth immediately launched into a rather hilarious discussion of the unsanitary aspects of a refrigerator in the bathroom. [...]

[...] To save my pride or whatever, I put the little refrigerator in the bathroom and turned it into a towel chest. [...]