I started with a new therapist this week. I don’t know why I’m saying that, other than that it’s true, and that it’s the sort of thing I tend not to ever say in a public forum. for some reason it seems like a good idea, though, to simply say it. It’s not the first […]
I started with a new therapist this week.
I don’t know why I’m saying that, other than that it’s true, and that it’s the sort of thing I tend not to ever say in a public forum. for some reason it seems like a good idea, though, to simply say it.
It’s not the first time I’ve done this; I’ve tried a couple times, with varying degrees of success. So far, I guess, so good, I didn’t feel any immediate desire to take this latest head-shrinker out with an angel/24 style head-twist-neck-snap move, which is what happened the first try. Well, ok, I didn’t actually do that, but I sure thought happy thoughts about it. The second try, last year, was a bit better, though I think these things have a shelf-life and I stopped when the cons began to out-weight the pros.
But you know, sometimes the loose bolts in one’s head need to get screwed back on and tightened down.
I feel incredibly exposed talking about this. And odds are I’ll take this entry down in only minutes. But it just seems kind of important.
12 thoughts on “It’s the shrinkage”
Seeing a therapist is the new American pasttime, man.
It’s the new black.
I don’t know you, but I think it’s brave.
Its either therapy or X-Fighting….
I went once. Once. And I marked the occasion with a middle finger as I walked out.
I’ve had that experience, Whirly. Sometimes it just ain’t what a feller needs.
Good for you — if you’ve got stuff that needs saying that you just can’t say to the people in your life, it’s waaaaaay better to pay someone else to listen and help you than to just squelch yourself and let it eat its way out anyhow. I hope you get what you’re looking for with this guy. How did you wind up selecting him?
Don’t sweat it, Karl. Some of us are medicated just to keep an even keel.
How much better it would be to be able to talk it out…
Better livin’ through chemistry, dude. I get ya.
I just prefer my medications to be recreational. And in great quantities.
Been there, done that, should really start doing it again. I didn’t go for very long (about a year) because I got laid off, lost my medical insurance (COBRA is ridiculously expensive when you’re living on unemployment) and couldn’t afford it. But it was exactly what I needed at that point in my life.
I hope this therapist works out for ya, Karl. When they’re good, they’re really good.
That’s gutsy, admitting that. Hell, I think it’s gutsy that you’re going, period.
Pant, pant. Nothing’s sexier than an exposed man. Nuthin’.