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Originally Posted by NowhereUSA
i don't feel comfortable with female t's because, well i'll be honest, my mother. my mother caused a lot of my emotional issues and i have issues with women in general. i can't stand women's groups, women's get-togethers. i've always been the one to have male friends and hang around the guys. i will need extra therapy if i ever have a daughter, but so far, all boys *phew*.
for me, i actually find it easier to talk about my emotions with my male t because he's matter of fact. he *cares* but he doesn't... oh what am i trying to describe? the female t's i've been around or worked with in some capacity have a tendency to be *feely* like they're trying to connect to me through my emotions and i feel manipulated (mother issues). with my t, i can express what i'm feeling and i feel like he connects to me intellectually.
not saying female ts can't or don't. this has just been my experience and admittedly i have hang ups because of my mother.
that said, i do pretend in my head that my t doesn't really care (which is hilarious because he has repeatedly told me he does and he really likes me as a client). he rolls his eyes when i tell him that i imagine him ignoring my rambly emotional emails LOL (this is the kind of reaction i like - it make me feel like he hears me but also isn't adding weights to my emotions. it works for me and that's hard to explain). so i kind of understand the feeling of wanting him to judge you? maybe?
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Nowhere, you sound an awful lot like me here. I'm uncomfortable with women's groups too and I get jealous of the easy camaraderie between men (it hurts when a nameless neighbor will greet my H bro-style and just nod politely at me). And yeah, I felt manipulated by previous T and utterly lost because I had no idea what she wanted me to *do*.
I don't know about needing more therapy if you have a daughter though. I feel like my daughter is teaching me how to be a girl and how to enjoy being a girl. I told T that sometimes I feel like I'm growing up alongside her
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