Published on 12, July, 2020
I had what I consider my final session today, it's not her, it's me. It's on me to fix my problems and move on now.
I wish I could have addressed my rejecting of my autism in the past, my repressed sexuality, or my general disappointment in humankind, but alas those subjects were perhaps beyond her charity mandated training. (Mind Swansea)
I just reiterated the same junk and she and I just didn't connect at all. 50 minutes is a small window so I couldn't delve into the stuff that mattered and I said my goodbye over email.
Also I'm tired of talking about myself and the person on the other side of the room not giving a ***. A paying client more than a person. I might as well take a vow of silence and stay in the background.
Please don't try to convince me to try again, I have been pushing my luck with the local services for years and I've just about run out of chances.
I thought I was done with counselling and then I met my current one, who specialises in non-NT people.
Finally had someone who got that I had all my own answers but I needed some encouragement and support to get past the mental blocks I placed on myself, and unlearn some beahviours from other therapists.
She didn't bother trying to get me to go over past traumas, because she saw my emotional reactions were overwhelming and non-productive, and left me non functional for days.
I'm sharing all this because I hope you can see some of your own experiences with thr wrong type of therapist and try to find the right type of one.