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How do you communicate with your T that there is something wrong when you can't even identify what's wrong? When there are no words? How do you ask for help when you don't even know what you need help with?
Has anyone experienced this? I know there's something wrong because of how severe my SUI thoughts are, and because I'm still physically sick from anxiety. But idk what's wrong. And yes, this week I tried to tell my T. Every time I tried, I got lost in the conversation and had to start over trying a different way to explain. It's making me feel insane since I usually am very good at being aware of what's going on.
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I get that way a lot. In the past just telling t that I couldn't find words for it helped. We would work together to try to figure it out...
Sorry you are struggling so much. |
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Hi. When I went to therapy I had absolutely no clue why things are happening to me. I knew I canīt deal with my anxiety and self destructive behaviour anymore but I did not have explanation. It did not make sense to me.
I did not have to have the answer though. I just explained what is going on with me and what my issues are and with my therapist we slowly worked on learning about the reasons behind all of it. It is not your job to know. You just need to be willing to come to sessions and work on it and you will find out together with your T. I know it is frustrating to now know but really concentrate on your issues rather then the "why" you will get there, it is part of the process. Good luck on your journey |
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I have to dig at it. Throw out metaphors, try to describe it is like becoming double jointed. I feel all bent up and twisted, but that's therapy. Together T and I begin to reveal the unspoken, put words where there was silence.
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I use hands, tears, metaphors, ya knows, such as. I'm pretty good at getting my point across to the T when it comes to the P I'm at at a loss.
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Yep I get like that, an therapist usually keep digging like, they think you know. So I just draw it, or speak in metaphors.!otherwise I wouldn't know what to say.
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I wish I knew. I feel strange this week. I was supposed to send T an update but I have no idea... I see him in the morning and I really want to go, but I have no idea how I'm going to get this out of me, whatever this is...
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It's frustrating not knowing. I still don't know what's up with me. I have gone through everything that I can possibly think of to explain how I feel or why. And my doctors always praise me for my self-awareness, but nope... it doesn't exist atm.
I see my Pdoc tomorrow. I am dreading it. The last two times I've seen her, I've gotten threats and lectures. She told me last time if I become a "severe" case, she couldn't remain my Pdoc. So, ummm, I get to tell her tomorrow I'm having severe SUI thoughts and I have no clue why... Oh, the joy. Is it odd that the picture I would relate to the most is a blank canvas (i.e. polar bear in a snow storm)? The only metaphor I can think of is "drowning" in "air". I don't think either of those things will help me explain anything. Well, I thank you to those who can relate ![]() |
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I think those metaphors are really good Scarlet. Polar bear in a snowstorm - utter white-out howling chaos. Makes sense to me. The one I used this morning with T was a thoroughbred wanting to run but being held back
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'... At poor peace I sing To you strangers (though song Is a burning and crested act, The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my sawn, splay sounds,) ...' Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue |
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