That's Fred not Freud.
Yes, I see... I see... and how did the thread make you feel?
I am listening... yes, the unconsciousness awakes... I see...
Inner Voice: Oh, I'll just bet you were. Compensation? for the insecurities of the small?
Well, at least, it was not a 500-lb tuna.
Aha! You see! The home as a depot... a transient point of unlimited destinations and yet not a haven, a refuge but rather a starting point to somewhere else... interesting...
You feel as if you are prostituting yourself? Are you a teacher in an English-language kindergarten?
That is he "took" you in the middle of a crowd of faceless/nameless/unidentified individuals.
That is probably nothing more than poor digestion.
Fears of castration.
You are now officially bisexual and have been given dispensation to play for both teams.
There! Happy? or, more important, SATISFIED?