That's one of my rules : I know how bad it sucked. I was there. I do not need to be told how much it sucked. Worse is the "I believe you" BS. Yesssss. And that should be the baseline. I'm not making this shit up. Real stuff. Happened. Hellooooooo. I need help figuring out this shit, not an oozing ball of sympathy leaking all over me :P It just not helpful.
I swear to god, I have had some therapists I've had to piss off to get any kind of real thing coming out of their mouths. Okay. Finally. We're past the BS, now. Can we actually work?
At this point, though, I don't even bother. If their lexicon is tea & sympathy? I'm not going to fight that battle to try and see if there's anything substantive beneath it. Cough. Which is also why I spent more than 6mo this year trying to find a therapist, with dozens and dozens of appointments. But 15 some odd years ago, when the last thing in the world I wanted was therapy? There were blokes out there who didn't leak all over me, and weren't shy about yanking my leash when I was out of bounds. So I do know they exist. It's just that finding them seems to be a bit of a challenge. Water water everywhere & not a drop to drink. Sigh. It's frustrating, Nighthawk. But, yeah, there are people out there wih more solutions than Kleenex.