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Originally Posted by NP_Complete
My husband gave me untold grief about going to therapy, both individual and group. He told me repeatedly that I was too stupid, naive and childish to handle therapy. It hurt to hear and I still wonder if he wasn't right in his assessment of me, but I knew I needed some support and I went anyway. You do what you want to do. It doesn't even matter if it's a need or not. If having that relationship enhances your life, then do it for you.
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In fact, when I told him I was emailing a therapist to set up an appt, he told me he didn't want me to go. So I went for the first 2 months or so without telling him. Once I told him, I decided he was never to know my therapist's name. I highly suspected that he would eventually call him up and be terrible. All he was allowed to know what that it was a male therapist. I even went so far as to clear the GPS cache in the car and hide my parking receipts from him, which is why I now have every parking receipt for 2 years worth of sessions.