I went to this weekly group therapy session yesterday, courtesy of my local gov't Mental Health Clinic. I am on their urgent list for counselling because of my PTSD and financially, I cannot keep paying $150/hr to see my private trauma therapist when I haven't worked in over a year. There are no therapists available right now through Mental Health and so they have come up with this "group therapy" approach while you are waiting to see someone.
I hate going there. I feel like I don't belong. The other people there have WAY different problems than I do. One woman is afraid of spiders. Another is bipolar. Another has alcohol addiction and one has a flying phobia, etc. Why am I lumped in with these people? I have no idea :(
Sitting in a room full of strangers for two hours every week is not my idea of comfort. Yesterday's meeting was the first time I had been out of the house all week.
So, this young and nice looking man sat next to me yesterday. He kept turning his head and looking at me. I don't know if he was trying to be friendly or start a conversation or what. But when it was break time, he got up to go to the bathroom and I took my iPhone out and started playing a game so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone.
Well, as he's getting up and is behind me, he looks over my shoulder at my phone and says "Oh, Plants vs Zombies! I was playing that game right before I came here".
That was enough to set off my paranoia button. WHY WAS HE TALKING TO ME?? WHY WAS HE LOOKING AT MY PHONE? WHY WAS HE LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER?
And so, I sat through the rest of the session in complete hyper vigilance mode. I started crying as soon as I left the building and then got into my car, locked it and cried hysterically for the next half hour.
Ahhhh, anxiety....how I love you <3
:P
I hate going there. I feel like I don't belong. The other people there have WAY different problems than I do. One woman is afraid of spiders. Another is bipolar. Another has alcohol addiction and one has a flying phobia, etc. Why am I lumped in with these people? I have no idea :(
Sitting in a room full of strangers for two hours every week is not my idea of comfort. Yesterday's meeting was the first time I had been out of the house all week.
So, this young and nice looking man sat next to me yesterday. He kept turning his head and looking at me. I don't know if he was trying to be friendly or start a conversation or what. But when it was break time, he got up to go to the bathroom and I took my iPhone out and started playing a game so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone.
Well, as he's getting up and is behind me, he looks over my shoulder at my phone and says "Oh, Plants vs Zombies! I was playing that game right before I came here".
That was enough to set off my paranoia button. WHY WAS HE TALKING TO ME?? WHY WAS HE LOOKING AT MY PHONE? WHY WAS HE LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER?
And so, I sat through the rest of the session in complete hyper vigilance mode. I started crying as soon as I left the building and then got into my car, locked it and cried hysterically for the next half hour.
Ahhhh, anxiety....how I love you <3
:P