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susannahsays
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@Sideways Thanks for the suggestions, sideways. My apartment could definitely use some work, and exercise is always good. Luckily for my therapist, she doesn't have a commercial IT system. That would definitely be a nightmare and would probably take a week or more - I was in charge of IT at a community mental health clinic with 100+ computers, so I know of what I speak! However, your comment about the IT system did remind me that they will certainly have to do the phone system, which can sometimes be complicated, too.
Anyway, I'm not mad anymore. I admit that the catalyst was that I made a mean face at the therapist when she greeted me in the waiting room when I went to see the psychiatrist on Wednesday. I pretty much instantly felt terrible, but not in time to address the situation with her. I reaped my just rewards the rest of this week with a series of horrible experiences. Early Thursday morning I sent her a text apologizing, not to manipulate her into providing reassurance, but just so she knew I was feeling some pretty severe remorse for being such an asshole to her. She replied that night thanking me and saying we would talk about why I was angry at my session, which was today. By that time, so much other crap had happened, I was way more depressed than anything else and didn't really feel like talking about it. But, I figured I owed her an explanation for my supremely childish behavior, so I told her. I felt like an even bigger asshole than before when she took out her schedule and found me a spot for my session.
So yeah. I throw the equivalent of a tantrum and instead of being punished, somehow end up with exactly what I wanted. For some reason this really seems to trigger a lot of self-loathing.
Anyway, I'm not mad anymore. I admit that the catalyst was that I made a mean face at the therapist when she greeted me in the waiting room when I went to see the psychiatrist on Wednesday. I pretty much instantly felt terrible, but not in time to address the situation with her. I reaped my just rewards the rest of this week with a series of horrible experiences. Early Thursday morning I sent her a text apologizing, not to manipulate her into providing reassurance, but just so she knew I was feeling some pretty severe remorse for being such an asshole to her. She replied that night thanking me and saying we would talk about why I was angry at my session, which was today. By that time, so much other crap had happened, I was way more depressed than anything else and didn't really feel like talking about it. But, I figured I owed her an explanation for my supremely childish behavior, so I told her. I felt like an even bigger asshole than before when she took out her schedule and found me a spot for my session.
So yeah. I throw the equivalent of a tantrum and instead of being punished, somehow end up with exactly what I wanted. For some reason this really seems to trigger a lot of self-loathing.