all_akimbo
Bronze Member
And by 'kinda' I mean 'probably' and by 'some' I mean 'lots'...
Or maybe I hate the way we communicate. I leave there so many times wondering what the f**k I went there for.
***Long Post Disclaimer - Sorry for the long post. I'll break it into chunks to help out.***
Question:
At what point is it worth it to fire your therapist and start over?
Background:
He made me fill out all these stupid ass standardized forms in May and asked me a zillion questions for two or three sessions and then finally he said that he thought I had C-PTSD. He immediately began pushing the medication on me and telling me to 'slow down' because I was reading anything and everything I could to help myself.
I didn't want to add more medication to my daily routine AT ALL. Some of you may have noticed that I am a tad on the scrappy side; I scrapped over the medication thing - HARD. But I was quite depressed and hoping that I would get hit by a bus or that I would just not wake up in the morning.
Anyway, he kept saying that I had to be "stable" before we could do any work on my trauma and that I needed to "slow down". I was so frustrated because I was so sick and obsessing over getting better. I would go into his office ready to roll up my sleeves and work; I'd leave disassociated because he kept telling me what NOT to do. Great! I know a list of 10 things NOT to do. WHAT DO I DO? How can I help myself? [this is the part where you notice that I am a 'woman of action'] :playful:
When my 'big trigger week' happened in September - I created a beautiful painting for my boyfriend, but fought with him everyday. It all culminated with a dangerous accident to which I was an innocent and physically unharmed bystander. The communication lines in my brain all lit up at once, alarms started going off at the slightest sound and I was walking around next to my body with blurred vision and almost no memory.
I gave in and started the medication (yes, it is a small dose, but I am a tiny woman - no bigger in height or weight than the average 12 year old girl - no, I am not kidding). So then fine. Start meds, small dose, sucked a$$. Still disassociated and highly triggered.
After searching and searching I finally found a retreat to try - went for a week of intensive therapy - came back a 'new women'. Stayed on the meds. Reduced meds - bad idea - got real triggery again and I am still recovering from that, err, ummm 'outage'.
Ok, now you're all mostly up-to-speed.
Today:
Had my first appointment in 3 weeks today. Went ready to roll up my sleeves and get to processing. Had a rough week last week and a crappy day. All I really wanted was to see progress in something I was trying to do. I wanted to work on a trauma. I didn't want to bullsh*t with him for 10 minutes. I didn't want to argue with him.
I am high functioning. I have a professional career. I get my job done. I am a single mother. I work hard and I don't rest much. This is "proof" that I am doing fine and do not need to "process" anything right now, despite the fact that I am crying my eyes out and saying I just want to sleep. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to leave the house - I have to fight myself to get in the car and go. Putting my coat on is a chore. The fact that I do it, despite the way I feel inside is a sure sign to him that I do not need to 'process' trauma 'right now'. Never mind that I had a massive panic attack last Thursday that prompted my Primary Care Doc to add yet another medication to my regiment - this time a Benzo - YEYYY.
I have blurred vision again - not from the new medication, because I don't take it. I haven't done anything tonight except sit in front of my computer trying to figure out how I am going to get this poison out of my brain. I PAY A GUY TO HELP ME DO THIS AND HE WILL NOT LET ME DO IT.
There's always some reason why we can't. If you read the 'background' you saw where he said I have to be "stable" first - today he said I am not as bad as I think I am. Good. I guess I am stable enough to start processing now then right? Still he says, "no".
What this feels like to me:
Is a pushy-pully game. I don't like it.
What happened last time I felt this way:
I left the office frustrated and ready to fire him. Got to my next appointment and he said the opposite of everything he had said the previous session. Validated my feelings, didn't get all lecture-y about how I should 'believe in myself' and all that garbage. I feel gross right now typing this, like I am being played with.
SOUND THE ALARMS!
What to do? What to do?
Or maybe I hate the way we communicate. I leave there so many times wondering what the f**k I went there for.
***Long Post Disclaimer - Sorry for the long post. I'll break it into chunks to help out.***
Question:
At what point is it worth it to fire your therapist and start over?
Background:
He made me fill out all these stupid ass standardized forms in May and asked me a zillion questions for two or three sessions and then finally he said that he thought I had C-PTSD. He immediately began pushing the medication on me and telling me to 'slow down' because I was reading anything and everything I could to help myself.
I didn't want to add more medication to my daily routine AT ALL. Some of you may have noticed that I am a tad on the scrappy side; I scrapped over the medication thing - HARD. But I was quite depressed and hoping that I would get hit by a bus or that I would just not wake up in the morning.
Anyway, he kept saying that I had to be "stable" before we could do any work on my trauma and that I needed to "slow down". I was so frustrated because I was so sick and obsessing over getting better. I would go into his office ready to roll up my sleeves and work; I'd leave disassociated because he kept telling me what NOT to do. Great! I know a list of 10 things NOT to do. WHAT DO I DO? How can I help myself? [this is the part where you notice that I am a 'woman of action'] :playful:
When my 'big trigger week' happened in September - I created a beautiful painting for my boyfriend, but fought with him everyday. It all culminated with a dangerous accident to which I was an innocent and physically unharmed bystander. The communication lines in my brain all lit up at once, alarms started going off at the slightest sound and I was walking around next to my body with blurred vision and almost no memory.
I gave in and started the medication (yes, it is a small dose, but I am a tiny woman - no bigger in height or weight than the average 12 year old girl - no, I am not kidding). So then fine. Start meds, small dose, sucked a$$. Still disassociated and highly triggered.
After searching and searching I finally found a retreat to try - went for a week of intensive therapy - came back a 'new women'. Stayed on the meds. Reduced meds - bad idea - got real triggery again and I am still recovering from that, err, ummm 'outage'.
Ok, now you're all mostly up-to-speed.
Today:
Had my first appointment in 3 weeks today. Went ready to roll up my sleeves and get to processing. Had a rough week last week and a crappy day. All I really wanted was to see progress in something I was trying to do. I wanted to work on a trauma. I didn't want to bullsh*t with him for 10 minutes. I didn't want to argue with him.
I am high functioning. I have a professional career. I get my job done. I am a single mother. I work hard and I don't rest much. This is "proof" that I am doing fine and do not need to "process" anything right now, despite the fact that I am crying my eyes out and saying I just want to sleep. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to leave the house - I have to fight myself to get in the car and go. Putting my coat on is a chore. The fact that I do it, despite the way I feel inside is a sure sign to him that I do not need to 'process' trauma 'right now'. Never mind that I had a massive panic attack last Thursday that prompted my Primary Care Doc to add yet another medication to my regiment - this time a Benzo - YEYYY.
I have blurred vision again - not from the new medication, because I don't take it. I haven't done anything tonight except sit in front of my computer trying to figure out how I am going to get this poison out of my brain. I PAY A GUY TO HELP ME DO THIS AND HE WILL NOT LET ME DO IT.
There's always some reason why we can't. If you read the 'background' you saw where he said I have to be "stable" first - today he said I am not as bad as I think I am. Good. I guess I am stable enough to start processing now then right? Still he says, "no".
What this feels like to me:
Is a pushy-pully game. I don't like it.
What happened last time I felt this way:
I left the office frustrated and ready to fire him. Got to my next appointment and he said the opposite of everything he had said the previous session. Validated my feelings, didn't get all lecture-y about how I should 'believe in myself' and all that garbage. I feel gross right now typing this, like I am being played with.
SOUND THE ALARMS!
What to do? What to do?