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Originally Posted by autotelica
"When I emailed you that I got at trouble at work and that I'm going to stop taking my meds because of it, your only words were to call pdoc. You didn't ask me about what happened at work or ask me how I'm doing. I needed comforting, but your response was not comforting. It was purely problem-solving.
This is what life seems like it always going to be for me--a long-range exercise in problem-solving. But I would like to experience life as a human being, too. Human beings have feelings. I need help realizing and valuing my feelings. When you acted as my problem-solver rather than my comforter, I felt like maybe I don't deserve those things. Maybe they are, like everything else not tied directly to the basic of survival, luxuries that I just can't afford.
This idea makes me want to give up completely. I don't know what to do to make it go away."
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Is this what you have mailed to your T or thinking of sending?
My experience of telling my therapist when I have been upset or disappointed in her has always been good. I was so so afraid of ever doing it because I so badly wanted her to like me and I wanted to please her but when I finally did tell her about something that really upset me, her response was wonderful. She said how proud she was of me for having the courage to do that. And she has said that more than once. So I was wrong in thinking that to please her I needed to keep quiet about things, she was actually more 'pleased' with me when I was honest and gave her the feedback. She saw it as a great step forward for me and was apologetic and not one bit offended.