I've been with my therapist for a while now, say.. 11 years. She's a stellar person, and I consider her a friend. The back story is that the clinic where I met her and began sessions basically closed and didn't alert any of the patients to get new therapists and psychiatrists. So, we were left in the dust. My T felt really bad, so she started coming to my house for home visits. I love that because I get to serve cookies. Everyone loves cookies.
Okay, with that being said, I guess we've gotten too.. comfortable? with each other? I'm not sure but I get the feeling that because I've been doing fairly well, that she doesn't see too much of a need to work on things as much as we used to. I mean, I love the woman dearly. We know each other so well that we can finish each other's thoughts. I'd hate to leave that relationship for some stiff that wants me to go over all the same crap that took me 11 years to unload on this one. Knamean? It's like we're so comfortable that I'm afraid to revisit something that I feel like we've talked to death about because I don't want her to look at me like I'm just bored and need to drudge up old shit. Believe me, I hate old shit. I hate new shit. I hate shit. But I'm not one to sit around and think about it much because the past tells me that doesn't work. I guess I'm just really afraid of leaving my care up to my meds to handle. I know meds alone can't do it.
How does someone go about rekindling something like that? I don't want to lose her. She's been an excellent advocate for not only myself, but my son as well. I don't want her to think I'm going backwards, but I don't want to stand still either, with a mouthful of cookies.
Okay, with that being said, I guess we've gotten too.. comfortable? with each other? I'm not sure but I get the feeling that because I've been doing fairly well, that she doesn't see too much of a need to work on things as much as we used to. I mean, I love the woman dearly. We know each other so well that we can finish each other's thoughts. I'd hate to leave that relationship for some stiff that wants me to go over all the same crap that took me 11 years to unload on this one. Knamean? It's like we're so comfortable that I'm afraid to revisit something that I feel like we've talked to death about because I don't want her to look at me like I'm just bored and need to drudge up old shit. Believe me, I hate old shit. I hate new shit. I hate shit. But I'm not one to sit around and think about it much because the past tells me that doesn't work. I guess I'm just really afraid of leaving my care up to my meds to handle. I know meds alone can't do it.
How does someone go about rekindling something like that? I don't want to lose her. She's been an excellent advocate for not only myself, but my son as well. I don't want her to think I'm going backwards, but I don't want to stand still either, with a mouthful of cookies.