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One of the main reasons I think I might need therapy is my current aversion to it, which is almost entirely illogical and very vehement and emotional - Flyboy
I went through exactly the same thought process years ago when I resisted my GP's continued entreaties to supplement my SSRI therepy with counselling. The extent to which the prospect filled me with horror concerned me a bit, deep down. When, years later - with depression behind me - I had what my doctor diagnosed as a 'psychotic episode', he insisted I saw a counsellor and referred me accordingly. I was still sceptical, but more than half expecting that this would be one of those times where I'd get to eat my words. Since the counsellor was vouched for a proper doctor, and was in fact attached to the surgery, privately my hopes were high the counselling might also cure my aversion to it.
Anyway, long story short, my experience was not a good one. My counsellor did nearly all the talking, mostly about her (so, at least one presupposition debunked), and the experience over 10 sessions piqued a suspicion that for her, being a counsellor was an extension of own therapy. Perhaps that's as it should be, but I did find it alarming that she seemed so much more fucked up than me. Like Stoatie's, she seemed very keen to blame my parents for everything. I remember her telling me that they had 'narcissistically abused' me. Maybe that's a real thing, but had I been a little less robust and a little more impressionable, that suggestion could have had very unpleasant consequences - not least for my relationship with my folks. She also told me that she was psychic (you know, proper psychic) so I'm not sure that she was really going by the book.
We had a laugh though. I always left smiling. She had a fantastic way of confirming her intuitions.
Her: 'You have a very stressful job, don't you.'
Me: 'No, actually I don't' (I don't)
Her: 'Ah ha! You see, the people who are most stressed are the ones who think they're not' |
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