Hurt more than it helped
A tip to my therapist: telling someone that their purges weren't frequent enough to qualify as bulimia may be true according to DSM IV standards, but it's still the opposite of helpful.
A tip to my therapist: telling someone that their purges weren't frequent enough to qualify as bulimia may be true according to DSM IV standards, but it's still the opposite of helpful.
My therapist thinks I should become a therapist.
I liked my therapist until he laughed uncontrollably for three minutes when I told him about an emotionally abusive event from my childhood.
I am ashamed that it took my daughter writing "therapy" on her birthday wishlist for me to realize that she needed help.
The same day i hear my therapist say "fuck" for the first time, I learn her cat's name is Sparkles.
I have received a lot of things that most don't get by 18, PTSD, depression, therapy, violent fantasies, and suicidal thoughts, yet I still haven't had a girlfriend.
On my second visit, my therapist decided she needed to draw out my family tree to prove to me that coming to therapy was a brave thing to do given the divorce, addiction, lies and avoidance that were rampant in my past.
I spent an hour in my psychotherapist's office complaining about a boy and walked out to see him in the waiting room.
"Have you considered becoming a therapist?" asked my therapist.
My therapist was relatively quiet while I talked, until I mentioned that Paul Newman had died, which elicited from her a dramatic gasp.
"Kill myself" and "Kill it myself" have very different meanings and the typo earned me 30 hours of group therapy.
All those years of play-threatening her with the kitchen knives sent her into therapy and the entire time I thought she knew I was kidding!
After years of therapy through many different theories and techniques, my final diagnosis is that I'm not, as suspected, crazy, but merely weird.