So my therapist told me last month she'd contact me when she got back from her holiday. Still haven't heard from her. I'm really starting to dislike her now, even though I don't want to go back anyway. A therapist just shouldn't leave their client behind like that.
I have made the decision not to pursue her idea of applying for group therapy about general issues in life, like procrastinating work or being shy. That is not my problem. Besides, they don't work with people who have PTSD. My T knows that and she's sending me there anyway. She must really be that arrogant to think she has cured me and can throw me out like this, even though I have specifically told her that I am not cured and that there is more than one trauma that I have to reprocess.
I have already learned so much over the years and for that I am very thankful to my therapists, my friends and family and this forum. I have become a lot more extroverted and I have gotten a much better self image. As I process my traumas, I get stronger in other parts of my life as well. I do not need to focus on the fact that I'm sometimes shy and that I tend to procrastinate study work or doing things that scare me. Because guess what, if my trauma has a less stronger effect on me, I will trust other people better and feel better about myself, making me less shy. It will also make me less tired and depressed and makes scary things seem less scary, so maybe I should be focusing on the core of my problems. I have talked to my parents about this and they completely agree. My dad was even finishing my sentences, haha. I asked him if I should contact my T to tell her I was going elsewhere, but according to him she should just hear it from my new T. What do you think? I wouldn't be doing it for her, I'd be doing it so that I can get these feelings out of my system and learn to confront someone. On the other hand, why would I even bother when she so clearly doesn't care?
My studies have been really busy and my life is still pretty chaotic. I have a LOT of deadlines and other stuff I have to do, but when I'm home I just watch tv shows instead of studying or going to the gym, which is bad. I'll try to do better this week.
The only stable thing right now seems to be a new guy I'm dating. He's the definition of a gentleman and we have a lot of fun together. I think this might turn into something real. But I've made a promise to myself that I will tell him about my history with mental illness before we get into a serious relationship. Not the details, just the important parts. He deserves to know what he's up against and it would be good for me to finally be with someone who knows (and hopefully loves) the real me; not the polished version of me.