Pom -- I grew up in a family of con artists and patholigical liars. They would rip you off and lie to your face. Started out small. Money here and there. A TV or two. They even stole my mother's wedding rings. (This was after my dad died) They used to steal her Social Security checks, forge her name and cash them in for heroin. That was our money for food. Throw in lots of abuse issues and trust disappears. 
I was on high alert for danger at every turn. Drug dealers with guns drawn, cops with guns drawn, and a mother working two jobs and never home. It was a highly stressful situation for a preteen to be in.
Trust is difficult for me.
If I thought I was being conned by someone trying to "dangle a carrot of compassion" in front of me, waiting to yank it away for punishment if my behavior didn't change, I'd run. (I read the carrot reference but can't find it now)
Maybe our issue isn't with the therapy itself, maybe it's with the woman who started it, lol. Wanna go meet her for coffee? 
Last edited by Orange_Blossom; Jun 01, 2009 at 06:53 PM.
|