When I read your stories about finding a therapist it begins to dawn on me that I was really lucky that the first therapist I met was a good match.
I was at rock bottom when I met her and was scared of anything related to therapy because my mother used it to threaten me and as a form of punishment to make me feel as if I was a bad, sick person who 'seriously needed to be helped'. I did need help but I could never trust anyone with whom she was in contact with so seeing a therapist never helped me but made me feel even worse. Because of that going into therapy was a huge step for me.
My therapist didn't have an office so I went to her place for the sessions. At first I felt a little uncomfortable because it was almost like invading her personal space but after the first couple of times I felt safe and very welcome. She used to make tea and held a blanket ready because I was constantly shivering, she always let me know what she was doing and why and I was given the power to decide what I wanted to do and she would guide me through. She let me know what kind of notes she was taking and we were on a first name basis. She even shared some of her personal experiences with me as well what made me trust her even more.
Because I wasn't anything but stable at that time we didn't talk about my trauma much but rather focused on the things I wanted in life and how to achieve them. It was behavioral therapy mostly but she did whatever we thought was working at a certain point and we didn’t tell my health insurance company because they only pay for certain forms of therapy. It helped me tremendously to get where I am now and I wonder if that is what therapy is like in general or if I was just lucky!?
I was at rock bottom when I met her and was scared of anything related to therapy because my mother used it to threaten me and as a form of punishment to make me feel as if I was a bad, sick person who 'seriously needed to be helped'. I did need help but I could never trust anyone with whom she was in contact with so seeing a therapist never helped me but made me feel even worse. Because of that going into therapy was a huge step for me.
My therapist didn't have an office so I went to her place for the sessions. At first I felt a little uncomfortable because it was almost like invading her personal space but after the first couple of times I felt safe and very welcome. She used to make tea and held a blanket ready because I was constantly shivering, she always let me know what she was doing and why and I was given the power to decide what I wanted to do and she would guide me through. She let me know what kind of notes she was taking and we were on a first name basis. She even shared some of her personal experiences with me as well what made me trust her even more.
Because I wasn't anything but stable at that time we didn't talk about my trauma much but rather focused on the things I wanted in life and how to achieve them. It was behavioral therapy mostly but she did whatever we thought was working at a certain point and we didn’t tell my health insurance company because they only pay for certain forms of therapy. It helped me tremendously to get where I am now and I wonder if that is what therapy is like in general or if I was just lucky!?