A long while back, shadowfae asked me for my thoughts on therapy after I commented that I clearly see it different than other people. I've got a few quiet moments, so I figured I'd write them down.
I agree. There's nothing wrong with therapy. It has become such a commercial thing that there is some negative publicity, but it can work. But you have to be open to. I found that at times I held back and sometimes would even lie to my therapist.
Defeats the whole point and waists time and money. But I'd go back, in fact I will go back.
It's good to see someone put it so eloquently, honestly. I know several people in counseling, and am one myself.
I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I cannot extract myself from the depths to which I have sunk. Without help, I will likely continue to decline.
Anyone that says to me that I am weak or foolish for seeking help is going straight into the roundbin.
I see nothing wrong with your view on therapy. I just have some major trust issues that I still have to work through and likely won't any time soon.
My main problem is the fact that thanks to some mind-game playing by my last regular therapist and my parents(she would say that my parents would say something, and my parents would say that they didn't say what my therapist said they said and said that SHE was the one who said it...), I have formed the opinion that, for me, therapy is *not* the way to go. But this only applies to *me*. If anyone else wants therapy and actively seeks it out, that's fine. Just don't make *ME* go to a therapist because I won't.
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"[W]hen I tell someone that I think therapy might help, it's more of a compliment than an insult."
Indeed. I know a person, my mother-in-law, sometimes mentioned in my journal as Evil Lil, whom therapy would not help, because she believes, quite dogmatically, that she has no control over her mental and emotional processes and therefore cannot learn to change them so as to make herself more comfortable. If she's in a casino, and she sees someone hit a jackpot on a slot machine, she goes into a jealous rage. She believes that her rage results directly from the noises made by the machine, with no intervening mental processing on her part. If asked whether she would have gone into the same sort of rage when she was three years old and understood neither slot machines nor money, she'll sputter and fume, but she won't reconsider. She claims to be distressed by the rage, but from her point of view there's nothing that can be done about it.
Being amenable to a therapist's assistance is definitely better than that!
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Defeats the whole point and waists time and money. But I'd go back, in fact I will go back.
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It's good to see someone put it so eloquently, honestly. I know several people in counseling, and am one myself.
I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I cannot extract myself from the depths to which I have sunk. Without help, I will likely continue to decline.
Anyone that says to me that I am weak or foolish for seeking help is going straight into the roundbin.
Have a good one!
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My main problem is the fact that thanks to some mind-game playing by my last regular therapist and my parents(she would say that my parents would say something, and my parents would say that they didn't say what my therapist said they said and said that SHE was the one who said it...), I have formed the opinion that, for me, therapy is *not* the way to go. But this only applies to *me*. If anyone else wants therapy and actively seeks it out, that's fine. Just don't make *ME* go to a therapist because I won't.
*ahem* Sorry for the random babble.
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Indeed. I know a person, my mother-in-law, sometimes mentioned in my journal as Evil Lil, whom therapy would not help, because she believes, quite dogmatically, that she has no control over her mental and emotional processes and therefore cannot learn to change them so as to make herself more comfortable. If she's in a casino, and she sees someone hit a jackpot on a slot machine, she goes into a jealous rage. She believes that her rage results directly from the noises made by the machine, with no intervening mental processing on her part. If asked whether she would have gone into the same sort of rage when she was three years old and understood neither slot machines nor money, she'll sputter and fume, but she won't reconsider. She claims to be distressed by the rage, but from her point of view there's nothing that can be done about it.
Being amenable to a therapist's assistance is definitely better than that!
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