The worst moment though with this whole issue? Sitting there completely confused and saying, "I do not understand." and "I do not know what you mean." or "I do not know what you want of me".... etc...
And then being told, "Yes you do" with forcefulness. Or being laughed at or etc to my saying I don't understand. Or being threatened with ending unless I do it or told to just do what I am doing. I'm not looking for someone to tell me what to do exactly, but this crap just is pointless.
I was that learning disabled kid beaten when I got the wrong answer. "You are smart enough to add this right. Do it again." I could do the calculus and screw up the addition. Therapy became a repeat. Not the same, but similar. Pastoral shit is the same. I do. not. get. it. I will be genuinely baffled and they will go off about the greek of my refusal of something I do not even understand. Of course then there is all the religious crap there added on top. Whole other thing...
It's not a learning disability in therapy but a straight up this-is-the-battle thing. I am an adult now and I won't do this whole thing as an adult. It was remarkable when I figured out the learning disability. Life changed. Dunno the equivalent of it for therapy. I have been able to get past it but it takes the therapists that can see capable plus mess at the same time. Both. And understand half of the "capable" is some way I am coping with the mess....
And now? I'm pissed, exhausted, walled up, at the end of myself, anxious, with a pile of bad experience under my belt.
but one thing I was super sick of was all the praise for how “verbal” I am (geewhodathunkthat given my background, not to mention yours, you composition rockstar you :inlove:) and h-
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How many coping skills I had in my toolbox and how accomplished I was and and and
I don’t wanna pay someone to pat me on the f*cking head because well golly I’m seeking therapy to get better and, y’know, not kill myself, so how’s about we work on me improving instead of talking up what I already worked tooth and nail to achieve on this shitastic journey?
All this. Yes. Exactly. OMG if another therapist praises insight and capacity to understand while I sit there suicidal and telling them over and over things are not ok...
You might try looking for therapists who work with first responders.
This is a really good idea. I made some calls and did some digging... All the first responder therapists I have found are booked out unlike ever before because of the pandemic and the world burning down. BUT, I have leads to other therapists they suggested that might get it. :) The one good thing about the pandemic is that it is opening up many possibilities of therapists willing to see people with my insurance on telehealth. Options I have never had before.
Find one who specializes in vets. Same ethos of dealing with competence+problems. The FIELD is very different, even though combat is where I cut my teeth I’ve found NGO/First response therapists to be more... versatile? But the ethos, of “Yes. You’re capable. Now let’s sort the shit that’s f*cking you up.” is still the same.
Yeah, exactly.
It will be some time before I can darken the doorway of a therapist's office - or show up on the telehealth screen.
The whole empathy thing... even if they are, I'm super shut down to it. Why connect with it when it's about to come with a bunch of crap?
What hasn't worked:
One therapist was complimenting my insight and they would not let it go. Kept challenging me to see myself as an amazing client/person because I had all this insight. It was an annoying discussion where once again I was trying to convince someone I was struggling at all. I replied, "F*ck insight. I can describe how to swim in great detail, but still drown when I get into the water unless someone is with me coaching me how to learn to swim. I can describe the kinetic physics of riding a bike BUT actually learning how to sail down the street on two wheels are two VERY different things." This therapist would purposefully trigger me and then basically tell me to deal with it myself. "Go on, go regulate." Which like wtf. That's just life. And it would play out with two more after them in stunningly similar way. "Do whatever you do to cope." If that was working, why the f would I be in therapy? There was no anything... no teaching tools, nothing... Reporting, not processing, trauma happened and that's about it. The more I asked for actual therapy basics here, the more frustrated they got... next therapist... same... I found myself sitting through 20 minutes of praise and "everything is great with your recovery" while I was battling suicidal thoughts and telling her point blank I was in need of serious help and things are very not ok. I became so frustrated. I gave up. Too much trying to convince them I had a problem.
The best therapists:
1.) Two at an inpatient PTSD program (that wasn't the good part) that worked with "executives," active military, and also handled human trafficking victims, war refuges, veterans, etc. They could see capability, mess, and they also were pretty unshakable in any trauma I told them. (Many therapists, I even start to describe the trauma and it's like *gasp.* I don't even get to the bad stuff before I'm watching them go over the top with the "that's so horrible." I mean... come on that was breakfast. I didn't even get to the trauma...)
2.) A therapist's therapist. It didn't work out in the end because she projected her crap on to me but until that weird point, which I did notice before she noticed, it worked. It changed me. I could do the whole empathy thing with her and it helped with others. It just worked. She understood all the verbal insight the world didn't mean much if my life was burning down.
This really has been the thing with doctors and pastoral types too. I can go so far on the intellectual stuff, then it will hit some space where I just do not get it or am falling apart... and I'm realizing how many times I have said "I do not even know what you want me to do" to get a...
"oh yes you do."
They never said. It was just assumed. Because you are smart enough afterall... clearly...
But then if they get that I really don't get it, I really am struggling, it's always a surprise and by then I'm so broken by the process... I don't shake it off well. I get stuck.
It's now left me fairly walled up and pissed. Ultimately, it will be on me to try to walk in and not be ready to verbally torch the place at the get go or set up jovial intellectualized walls of safety 57 feet thick because I am so afraid of being humiliated, cut down, and generally stuck again. It's cheaper to do stuck on my own anyhow. Don't need to pay for it in therapy.
At least there are more possible options right now for whenever I'm ready.