Why does no one understand this therapy stuff?

There are people known to be "highly sensitive" people...my therapist mentioned the book below for me, and I told him I read it years ago and still have my copy. It's certainly not a bad thing to (I mean, better than INSENSITIVE, of course), but going through life is harder because everything effects us.
I need to go back and reread the book now that I am several years older (and more aware) than when I first read it.
Here's a link:

The Highly Sensitive Person: Elaine Aron: Amazon.com: Books

I've created in my mind the concept of a 'private club'. The members of this private club are people who have been through therapy or are currently experiencing the therapy process - especially the type of therapy that involves digging deep into one's core.

I don't have a problem sharing with people that I'm in therapy. In a way, for me, it's a test to determine how accepting they are or how much they might understand.

Typically, their eyes glaze over and they try to change subject. Mind you - I don't even attempt to discuss my 'issues' but just that I have chosen to engage in the psychotherapy experience.

Sooooo, my tiny experiment of 'confessing' I'm in therapy has shown that not one person who has not experienced it is 1. interested 2. curious 3. sympathetic or 4. understanding.

I'm not claiming that there do not exist people in the world who could not understand if they have not experienced it, but I suspect that number is small.

When I meet people who HAVE experienced therapy, we immediately feel a kinship between us and more intimate connection becomes possible.

I suspect it's a similar situation as war veterans. We hear that they cannot talk about their brutal and painful experiences except to others who can really understand because they KNOW what it's like.

So, it's not that 'no one' understands but only those of us who belong to the same club.

I could have written you statement because I feel the same way u do.

T's have a hard time relating to the emotions of their patients, and the patient struggles with trust issues everytime they c their T.

My experience has been that most T's, not all, but most, have time constraints which only allows them to give a small amount of time when the patient needs more. They think that seeing their patients, and taking meds, is enough in most cases.

However, neither the T, nor family members, no matter how much they tell u they care, can really understand the internal struggles going on in your mind. U start to think negative about yourself and whether u will ever get any better.

In times like this, I talk to myself in an effort to convince myself, that I will someday get better. I've suffered so many things and it angers me when I think how good a person I am and why can't I b happy.

I was so successful in my younger years.... in my twenties, thirties, and forties, I was so full of hope and optimism.... but when I hit my fifties, I was challenged but so much adversity that I had several mental breakdowns... more than i want to admit....and had to c a T who suggested I b put on meds.

Anyway, I'm still here so there must be a purpose to my existence. The problem is .... "what's this/my life all about??, "

In your present journey, I wish u only the best.

Nightlight - I don't know if you'll see this but I just wanted to say how happy I was to see your name pop up here. I've missed you. (I'm Apt in a new guise...)

People on this board don't always understand each other. I don't understand a lot of what friends tell me about their therapy experiences. I don't tell most people about mine. A lot of it is not all that interesting. Therapists are used to it, but they cannot (or refuse to) explain it clearly.

What do you mean??

(sorry, that was a joke. I agree with your statement completely and whole-heartedly.)

This is because I believe they do not fully understand the process themselves. They guide us through a path they know works but don't know the right way to guide us sometimes. It is a profession that we don't know a whole lot about and it is shrouded in mystery

I very rarely tell anyone that I am in therapy. I tried confiding in a couple of people in the past about my struggles and going to t, and it did nothing but backfire in my face! I don't tell people now. I don't expect them to understand, and I don't need their judgement.

Therapy sometimes opens the same wound time and time again, never letting it heal on its own . And in the end turns to a open sore . Just my OWN view on a strange profession

but no, it does heal. Even if you lift the bandage and recheck it from time to time, it has healed a little since the last time. At least, that's my experience.