I feel bad for my therapist
I wasn't sure what I had to talk about to my therapist this week, but once I sat down I just dumped all the heaviest of my family shit on her. I feel better, but I feel bad for her. I hope she has someone with whom to debrief.
At one point she remarked that "it seems like you've done a lot of parenting," in regard to me taking care of my parents and my brother. I mentioned it to John and he laughed, and said, "She's not wrong about that!" It's helping to have an outsider's perspective. The more I talk the more I realize that I've never been "normal." I'm usually in the outlier categories. And that's not as bad a thing as I used to think it was.
Still having trouble answering her "how do you feel about that" questions. Working on identifying and naming my feelings.
At one point she remarked that "it seems like you've done a lot of parenting," in regard to me taking care of my parents and my brother. I mentioned it to John and he laughed, and said, "She's not wrong about that!" It's helping to have an outsider's perspective. The more I talk the more I realize that I've never been "normal." I'm usually in the outlier categories. And that's not as bad a thing as I used to think it was.
Still having trouble answering her "how do you feel about that" questions. Working on identifying and naming my feelings.