So frozen that words will not come out

...it is odd isn't it - what is that bit of us that stops the words?

I do this at the beginning of every session. My T has pointed out that it doesn't seem like I'm getting any better at starting the sessions either. I didn't find this observation particularly impressive.

I don't like walking in, plopping down, and rambling on about myself. Yuck. I don't like small talk. No, I HATE small talk. But that is what I am supposed to do in the beginning. T says I am supposed to start with easy things. I hate easy things almost more than the hard things. At least the hard stuff feels productive.

I asked my T one time, "Tell me about your dog." Well, that's not really a question, is it? So, I guess I demanded that he tell me about his dog when I was completely unable to talk about anything about ME.

I thought about that, stopdog, when you mentioned the thing about your T showing you a photo of her dog. I would have liked to see a photo of my T's dog just because I like seeing other people's animals.

Hah this is the epitome of my T realationship. My mind forms sentences...replies but something between my mind and my mouth saying hem is jacked up!!! It's frustrating to me and t too I'm sure ....I'm just waiting for him to be like 'SPIT IT OUT ALrEAdY. Serious delayed reaction!! Ugh.

I think if I went in with a beer or something that problem would be resolved!

I also have this problem. T will ask me a question I know the answer but I can't verbalize it. I sit there and literally try will myself to speak. I often sit there and thinking why the he** can't I just say the answer already. Usually after enough internal struggling I can finally get the words out but a few times I never did manage to get the answer out. It is extremely irritating when my mind is working but my body won't cooperate. Haven't found a solution yet. I'm hoping someone out there has figured this out.

If the therapist was trying to use it as a way of de-escalating me before I left her office, it would have worked better if she has asked to see my dog. If I had been so mean she wanted comfort by looking at her dog, she could have waited about 30 seconds until I was out of the office.

Don't go in impaired. One needs wits about them to deal with therapists.

The sackings will continue until morale improves.