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Originally Posted by Mastodon
No. Yes. No. I don't know. I do know that my parents loved me, ..... But my parents did love me, I just was never good enough, which certainly was no fault of theirs because they supported me as much as anybody could.
But to T, I am a client, I'm his job. He doesn't care about me in any "real" sense - why would he? There is nothing special or memorable about me, not as a therapy client. I'm just a common or garden depression - I have never suffered the horrible traumas that other people on this board have; I am very grateful for that and I don't think I have a fraction of the strength that many of the rest of you display. But if I were my T, which I'm not, I would think deep down that the Mastodon should be dealing with her problems on her own time rather than waste my time with them.
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I feel this same way, except I don't think any client wastes a therapist's time. And it is me who thinks that about handling problems on my own. But the part of not being good enough for parents nor interesting to a therapist, I understand. It doesn't bother me that the therapist does not care. I find that part quite reassuring. It is not her life and she is not in mine.