I will start by saying finding a therapist since I move to my current location has been an uphill battle. I started actively trying to get into therapy in Oct. But the wait list in this area if you don't have private insurance is months. Finding a new therapist will take forever and I don't feel like I have that kind of time.
Plus, I have lived in two other states and the mental health system here is so horrific, it makes the bad mental health places in other states look like a gift from heaven.
That said, I have been with this therapist for about a month now and I dread going. I dread it because she reinforces my deepest fears.
There are so many things I want to talk about, but she says "in time." I keep trying to talk to her about my insecurity about not having any family or outside support system out side of the internet. How I would like to have someone that I could call when I need advice or stressed. I keep looking for tools on how to reach out to others, and she says that everything i want needs to come from inside of me.
That makes me panic because it has always come from inside of me, it has been the hopes of having family like bond with another human being that has kept me going. She is taking away my hopes taking away my goals the things that keep me going and it hurt and scares me so much.
I tried to tell her that I am so afraid of when I get old. I know that if I fell and broke a hip or something that no one would ever find me. If I was die, it would be months before any one found my corpse. My pets would starve to death. I know this is a plausible scenario because when I was isolated for 7 years before I got in my current relationship, no one would have ever know if I had died. I went 6 months not contacting anyone to see if anyone cared. Nope no one.
So, I try to tell my therapist this and she says "Well, if you fall and break your hip, you can always call for help." Not if i can't reach a phone, but that isn't the issue. The fact is that since i have been born, no one has ever cared about me enough that if they didn't hear from me for over a moth, they wouldn't worry.
(when I was kidnapped as a teenager it took 2 weeks before my own mother noticed I was missing in her drug haze)
I have attended regular evens like church in the past and no one noticed when I stopped showing.
But all of this is supposed to come from inside of me and if my corpse hasn't been found for 6 months I can always make a phone call right?
Plus, I have lived in two other states and the mental health system here is so horrific, it makes the bad mental health places in other states look like a gift from heaven.
That said, I have been with this therapist for about a month now and I dread going. I dread it because she reinforces my deepest fears.
There are so many things I want to talk about, but she says "in time." I keep trying to talk to her about my insecurity about not having any family or outside support system out side of the internet. How I would like to have someone that I could call when I need advice or stressed. I keep looking for tools on how to reach out to others, and she says that everything i want needs to come from inside of me.
That makes me panic because it has always come from inside of me, it has been the hopes of having family like bond with another human being that has kept me going. She is taking away my hopes taking away my goals the things that keep me going and it hurt and scares me so much.
I tried to tell her that I am so afraid of when I get old. I know that if I fell and broke a hip or something that no one would ever find me. If I was die, it would be months before any one found my corpse. My pets would starve to death. I know this is a plausible scenario because when I was isolated for 7 years before I got in my current relationship, no one would have ever know if I had died. I went 6 months not contacting anyone to see if anyone cared. Nope no one.
So, I try to tell my therapist this and she says "Well, if you fall and break your hip, you can always call for help." Not if i can't reach a phone, but that isn't the issue. The fact is that since i have been born, no one has ever cared about me enough that if they didn't hear from me for over a moth, they wouldn't worry.
(when I was kidnapped as a teenager it took 2 weeks before my own mother noticed I was missing in her drug haze)
I have attended regular evens like church in the past and no one noticed when I stopped showing.
But all of this is supposed to come from inside of me and if my corpse hasn't been found for 6 months I can always make a phone call right?