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Originally Posted by Purple,Violet,Blue
Some good, some bad.
My first, when I was about twenty, nearly pushed me over the edge with her utter lack of understanding.
I wasn't able to tell her anything about my past. But it must have been obvious. It is down to them, I think, to draw it out of us. But I had to keep going to see her. I was desperate.
One day, I forget what caused it, but at the end of the session, I could not leave her office. I just couldn't. I was shaking and crying and icy cold.
I knew that, if I went home, that would be it for me.
She didn't help me. They made me leave the medical centre. I can still remember that terrible walk home, along a busy road, and how close I came to stepping under a lorry.
It was the humiliation, really. Of begging for help and being treated like rubbish.
Other therapists might still have insisted I leave, but there's a way of doing it.
Now I'm older, I tend to expect less - in fact, hardly anything - from them.
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Totally understand this. I had something similar happen at a T's office. We had talked about a lot of stuff and I said that to her. As soon as it came out of my mouth I went into a fog, now I know it was a dissociative state. She saw it but had another client waiting in the lobby. She was quickly asking me to find five blue things in the office and I got frustrated because they were not that easy to focus on then she opened the door for me to leave. I shouldn't have left and got into a car to drive. Made me lose faith in that T from there out about my safety with her. She apologized at the next session.
But I still think there are some good ones out there. But who has the time, money, and endurance to find them?
Expecting less is a safe way to go, lessens the disappointment.