My story

I grew up with physical and mental abuse from family and peers at school. I never had a safe place.

Now, I’m married and my husband is emotionally abusive when he drinks, which is an everyday occurrence.

It doesn’t help that we have a severely handicapped son that I’m the main caregiver for. I have had two nervous breakdowns since our son was born. I now, at the age of 52, have a stutter, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, complex ptsd, and I am in constant state of grief.

I have a great therapist that cares for me. Recently, I did something I am very ashamed for. I texted my therapist saying a bunch of stuff I didn’t mean and now she won’t talk to me anymore. We clicked and I don’t want another therapist.

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I'm surprised your therapist won't talk to you! I've said all sorts to mine, again like you, I am a little ashamed of my actions, but she has always understood that the anger comes from a different place and is often just misdirected. We always talk about it. I don't have any advice really, but I'm sorry you aren't able to work things through with her.

I’m very sorry that you had to grow up in a situation like that and your marriage isn’t as good as you would have like. There are some very bad therapist out there. Can you ask your primary doctor if you can get a new referral?