DogwoodTree
Platinum Member
Has anyone ever had a T sit quietly from the very start of the session, waiting for you to take the lead or...whatever?
Today's session...equine therapy so there's a team of 3 people...and they all started out really quiet and not going through the normal warm-up at the beginning, or giving direction on what to expect this time, or anything like they normally do...just sat there quietly, watching the horses. I waited and waited for the normal start. By the time I figured out they really were waiting for me to take the initiative, I couldn't think of anything to say, and I was too far gone to say anything anyway.
Maybe 30 minutes into it, one of them asked me what was happening today, and I couldn't get any words from deep inside my head up to my mouth to respond in any way. Ten minutes before the session was over, another one said it was time to process the session and asked how I was feeling with this session. I couldn't respond...nothing. Couldn't form a single coherent response. Before they could start talking about next week's schedule, I got up and walked out.
I felt afraid at first, as I realized they were changing the routine. Then I froze just to manage the fear. I couldn't think. It was crazy. I felt alone and isolated and invisible. The whole hour. The whole, freakin', expensive hour.
Is therapy really supposed to hurt this much? In the past 6+ months, there've only been maybe 3 sessions where I felt better as I walked out than when I went in.
I want to cry, but the tears won't come, no matter how hard I try. I know I failed today. Whatever this challenge was about or whatever, I should've done something different, just not sure what. I think I'm too broken for therapy. Maybe I should take a break for a while. I feel like such an idiot.
Today's session...equine therapy so there's a team of 3 people...and they all started out really quiet and not going through the normal warm-up at the beginning, or giving direction on what to expect this time, or anything like they normally do...just sat there quietly, watching the horses. I waited and waited for the normal start. By the time I figured out they really were waiting for me to take the initiative, I couldn't think of anything to say, and I was too far gone to say anything anyway.
Maybe 30 minutes into it, one of them asked me what was happening today, and I couldn't get any words from deep inside my head up to my mouth to respond in any way. Ten minutes before the session was over, another one said it was time to process the session and asked how I was feeling with this session. I couldn't respond...nothing. Couldn't form a single coherent response. Before they could start talking about next week's schedule, I got up and walked out.
I felt afraid at first, as I realized they were changing the routine. Then I froze just to manage the fear. I couldn't think. It was crazy. I felt alone and isolated and invisible. The whole hour. The whole, freakin', expensive hour.
Is therapy really supposed to hurt this much? In the past 6+ months, there've only been maybe 3 sessions where I felt better as I walked out than when I went in.
I want to cry, but the tears won't come, no matter how hard I try. I know I failed today. Whatever this challenge was about or whatever, I should've done something different, just not sure what. I think I'm too broken for therapy. Maybe I should take a break for a while. I feel like such an idiot.