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theshadowoftheliving
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Update: still here, still alive. No more head-in-oven incidences.
I saw my therapist this morning. Came clean and told her about what I wrote here. She wasn't happy and was more concerned than I wanted her to be ... I know that what I say sounds scary, but I really don't think that I would actually hurt myself. She said that the fact that I was so dissociative during these moments were what scared her, as well as the conflicting information that she was getting from me (since I told her that this stuff has happened a few times and I was just too scared to tell her about it).
She wanted me to go inpatient, saying it was the safest option for me. But, I panicked. Important work day tomorrow that I don't want to miss; I can't miss; my work is the reason I have to live and continue. She must have not been too concerned because it was easy to convince her to let me not go inpatient, and she said that she thought it was actually a really good thing that I wanted to fulfill my work obligations.
I've been working on finagling insurance to get into a DBT program, and she said we needed to be more aggressive about making that happen sooner, so we made some phone calls to inquire about intake together.
Trying to breathe. Hearing other people's concern for me is more troubling than what's actually happening to me, sometimes.
I saw my therapist this morning. Came clean and told her about what I wrote here. She wasn't happy and was more concerned than I wanted her to be ... I know that what I say sounds scary, but I really don't think that I would actually hurt myself. She said that the fact that I was so dissociative during these moments were what scared her, as well as the conflicting information that she was getting from me (since I told her that this stuff has happened a few times and I was just too scared to tell her about it).
She wanted me to go inpatient, saying it was the safest option for me. But, I panicked. Important work day tomorrow that I don't want to miss; I can't miss; my work is the reason I have to live and continue. She must have not been too concerned because it was easy to convince her to let me not go inpatient, and she said that she thought it was actually a really good thing that I wanted to fulfill my work obligations.
I've been working on finagling insurance to get into a DBT program, and she said we needed to be more aggressive about making that happen sooner, so we made some phone calls to inquire about intake together.
Trying to breathe. Hearing other people's concern for me is more troubling than what's actually happening to me, sometimes.
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