The first time T suggested I take something to help me with my panic attacks, I LOST IT. Like, I almost quit therapy. I have no idea why my reaction was so strong, but I was angry, angry, angry. I told him to NEVER bring it up again. (seriously, what was my deal?!)

Fast forward about 9 months from that, and I was on the verge of hospitalization and decided on my own to look into meds (my T didn't dare mention it himself! lol). I went to my GP and got a prescription for klonopin. I don't take a lot, but it has REALLY taken the edge off of my anxiety and made my therapy a lot more productive.

I guess when *I* was ready for meds, I was willing to take them, but it had to be when *I* wanted to do it.

If it's something you don't want, you can say no. You don't have to SCREAM no, like I did, though