This is a bit of a weird one - but I've been in counselling for around 7 weeks now - it's my last session next week. And my counsellor spends around 90% of the session talking about my life/my family etc. And he seems to be stuck on the idea I'm getting my anxiety from my mum (who is the most supportive person I can imagine), and the more he brings up that idea, the more irritated I get, and he says he "senses that I am getting anxious"... Well duh! He's insulting one of the most important and supportive people in my life.
Then, usually with about 5 minutes left of the session, he asks how the flashbacks are. And I tell him that I had a few bad ones over the week, and he says he's sorry to hear it and sends me on my way. So I end up leaving anxious, irritable and reminded of the trauma without discussing anything remotely helpful. He seems to be so keen to find some childhood reason for my anxiety, without discussing the actual cause. I still can't cross bridges, I still have panic attacks on the tube, I still have flashbacks, I still can't sleep, I still worry that my family will die. But at least we can blame my mother for it, rather than the terrorist.
So I feel at a bit of a loss now. I feel like I've wasted my time (and NHS resources) for something that hasn't made the slightest bit of difference.
PS. Achievement today - I just got through writing that entire post without swearing. A challenge, given how frustrated I am right now!!
Then, usually with about 5 minutes left of the session, he asks how the flashbacks are. And I tell him that I had a few bad ones over the week, and he says he's sorry to hear it and sends me on my way. So I end up leaving anxious, irritable and reminded of the trauma without discussing anything remotely helpful. He seems to be so keen to find some childhood reason for my anxiety, without discussing the actual cause. I still can't cross bridges, I still have panic attacks on the tube, I still have flashbacks, I still can't sleep, I still worry that my family will die. But at least we can blame my mother for it, rather than the terrorist.
So I feel at a bit of a loss now. I feel like I've wasted my time (and NHS resources) for something that hasn't made the slightest bit of difference.
PS. Achievement today - I just got through writing that entire post without swearing. A challenge, given how frustrated I am right now!!