So yesterday I had a therapy session and the therapist asked me why I can't cry. Because I cry every time I go to her office. I hate it. I told her how private I am. And then I told her how my mom would keep doing what ever it was she was doing until she made you cry and then she was happy. I had several small breakthroughs. I don't like talking about those things because they bring up feelings that I don't need to remember but if it helps me to be happy I am willing to go there.
I feel so cliche. Everything I say and do in there and how I feel. I bet therapists get so sick of hearing the exact same thing.
"I dont want you to think bad of my parents/mate"
All of it.
Its awkward for me so I am going to call my therapist Nancy from now on.
Nancy did say she thinks I am "hyper vigilant" with my emotions. I am not sure what that means.
I am excited to be in therapy. I want to get better so much. I am willing to do anything. And the short period of time I was not depressed I had a friend who was basically being my therapist.
At this moment I wish I were someone else but I am working on that.
I also understand better why I cannot handle criticism.
We had to have the house perfectly clean and one time when I cleaned my moms bathroom I missed a leaf from a plant. She said that all the work I did was for nothing because I had miss that one tiny thing. So when someone says you did great except for this one thing I hear so your work means nothing.
I knew that was how I felt but now I understand it better.
I know this post is crazy but you should be in here with me.
Not crazy at all. And one of the reasons I've avoided therapy so far is that I can trust people with all kinds of things... but tears? No. No I can't. Tears are too much.
ReplyDeleteHey! I keep missing your posts.
ReplyDeleteI hope your therapy helps you. It did wonders for my daughter. She didn't think it did, but I could see the difference.
Isn't terrible how crappy parts of our childhood color our lives, even as adults?
I always feel silly when I cry. Even when I'm alone...especially when I'm alone, actually...tears feel forced somehow.
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