I read some of the threads here, such as 'will therapy harm me? What kind of person should a T be, etc, etc.
And I realise I didn't have any of those kind of thoughts.
I mean I'd been hurt so much that another hurt was just a given wasn't it? I didn't feel myself an adult so didn't have the questions formed in my mind. Infact the only question I had was 'where's my next drink/drug coming from'.
I knew I needed help, had only heard of therapy in films. My T can't believe that when I told her, but I'd been so split that my life was all about survival, I didn't have time or space to contemplate, to explore. I couldn't even hold a job down.
Yes, I stumbled into help here and there, and none of it helped but it did have a purpose, it was leading me toward the therapy where I've been the past 11yrs.
Perhaps if I'd been able to ask similar questions it would have hindered my journey? I don't know. But when you're clinging to a cliff edge, you don't question the rope thrower. You just use all your energy to 'believe/trust'? I don't know.
But to me questioning was a luxury I didn't seem to have.
Thinking about that I'm tempted to say 'so just what was wrong with me?' lol. T always gets a smile out if that question.

[gayleggg]

I'm like you. I didn't ask questions. I just knew that I needed help and followed the rope. If I had asked to many questions I might have avoided grabbing the rope all together and that would have been sad.

[unaluna]

Most of my ts have said that the outside world was safer than my home world. I havent thought about that in a while. Thats kinda awful.

[stopchewinggum]

Eh for me, I didn't question it either. I figured if it wasn't helpful I could just quit.

Possible trigger:

The psych hospital had told me there was very little they could do for me anymore, and that I probably need to go to a live-in facility.

I figured I'd try going to therapy to avoid this.