Therapy Foo?
Today was my first day visiting a therapist. I was a few minutes late, but I made it. Now I’m not sure how therapy is supposed to work, but for about an hour, I was telling this guy everything. All the while, he kept comming up with this question asking me what was wrong, or what I wanted to fix.
I was kind of confused, because here I am telling him how messed up I am and he acts as if I’m just like any other normal person. (By the way, let me know if you ever meet a “normal” person. My guess is that they are similar to the “Average” person.) It was sort of a challange, because I had to keep thinking of things that I have done in the past and I’m not quick to recall things long past.
The time is up and he wants me to see him every week so he can find out more. There really wasn’t any advice or guidance. I guess this is normal practice to draw as much background history out as possible before anything happens. One odd thing I realized while I was there is that I wouldn’t look at him while I was trying to think and talk. I kept looking at the blinds on the window.
Come to think of it, there was a therapist that I had saw once before I left my old job at digitalNATION. I had driven down to Miami, Florida and back to Alexandria, Virginia without letting anyone know. I almost lost my job over that one. I was supposed to see her for three sessions, but as soon as I left the company after the first session, my insurance had expired. All I remember is that it was a very depressing session and I had to keep myself from breaking down.
Today, I wasn’t depressed. Not even after I had left. The Psychiatrist that recommended me to my therapist is a different story. She just mentally wore me out the first day I saw her. Maybe it’s a thing with women since it seems to be easier for me to communicate with women then with guys.
October 28th, 2005 at 9:03 am
I never look at my therapist when we are talking either. My eyes wander everywhere but to his face. Probably because I’m a social phobic. I feel comfortable talking with him though.
The first couple of times I went all we did was figure out what was wrong with me and work on finding out more about me and setting goals etc. I guess it’s not too bad.
October 28th, 2005 at 2:03 pm
I think the “normal” person these days is a little messed up and/or depressed… life is just very complicated these days! So, you’re normal.
I tend to think it’s a great idea to talk with someone, get ideas and problems out on the table. I have tons of friends I do that with so I’ve never gone to see a therapist as an adult.
Had to once when I was a teenager… didn’t like it, I felt it didn’t help because she just SAT there! I expected to tell her my problem and she’d tell me what to do about it.
But I don’t think that’s what therapy is about.. it more about YOU talking about YOU and YOU realizing the problem by the therapist evoking thoughts in you.
October 28th, 2005 at 3:01 pm
yeah i tried to get therapy once in college. after 6 sessions of me talking and the therapist reading back what i said in question form (ex: so you are saying that steve was selfish and thats why he dumped you?),
i decided there are more productive ways to deal with things.
then i bought a gun.
(kidding about the gun)
hope things go better for you.
ps- great blog!
October 28th, 2005 at 11:01 pm
I hope this therapist turns out to be really good… Sounds like a good start, to me.
November 15th, 2005 at 2:55 am
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