theshadowoftheliving
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I'm mortified.
After my sessions, I wait for a while in a back waiting room, collect myself, then get on with my commute home. My therapist knows this. My therapist suggested it. My appointments are close to the end of the day so often this room is empty and sometimes the maintenance people even accidentally turn off the light on me, thinking the room is empty.
Today I went into the waiting room after my session to collect myself. Sat down. Eventually the lights were turned off on me, but whatever (there are some windows). Someone else - perhaps another therapist at the clinic? - came in and turned the lights on, noticed me, and asked if I was okay. I said yes and they left.
But then they came back with a GIANT paper sack with snacks and bottled water and put it near me and asked again if I was okay and if they could call someone for me.
I know that this person just wanted to help, but I'm so mortified. It makes me feel insecure about sitting there, about being disorganized, about not being able to actually walk out onto the street after a session like a normal person.
After my sessions, I wait for a while in a back waiting room, collect myself, then get on with my commute home. My therapist knows this. My therapist suggested it. My appointments are close to the end of the day so often this room is empty and sometimes the maintenance people even accidentally turn off the light on me, thinking the room is empty.
Today I went into the waiting room after my session to collect myself. Sat down. Eventually the lights were turned off on me, but whatever (there are some windows). Someone else - perhaps another therapist at the clinic? - came in and turned the lights on, noticed me, and asked if I was okay. I said yes and they left.
But then they came back with a GIANT paper sack with snacks and bottled water and put it near me and asked again if I was okay and if they could call someone for me.
I know that this person just wanted to help, but I'm so mortified. It makes me feel insecure about sitting there, about being disorganized, about not being able to actually walk out onto the street after a session like a normal person.