I don't know about everyone else here, but I have had a tendency to downplay things about myself. I guess because I was afraid to see what was beneath everything else. I had gone through numerous therapists and didn't like any of them. It was for good reasons too. I just never felt comfortable telling them sh&% about my life as it really was. I brought my other diagnosis to the forefront. I have OCD as well as Depression. I focused everything on those. They did too. Nothing ever really got accomplished though.
Anyway, skip to the past year and I have a new Dr. SHe is quite intelligent and doesn't believe my BS. She seems quite trustworthy too, and genuine, which the others did not for some reason (at least to me). I had a breakthrough of sorts today in terms of telling her things about my childhood that I have never told another soul. She didn't flinch or make me feel like a freak or anything like that at all. I didn't feel different at all. It was like things never changed. I was afraid it would be more devastating but it wasn't.
The thing was, when I got home is when the guilt set in. I began feeling ashamed for what I had said, and feeling guilty for talking about my childhood. I thought I had said too much or didn't say the right things. I then began to self harm. It's not the way it's supposed to work, I know. You're suppose to get everything out and then feel relieved. You are not supposed to beat the crap out of yourself when you are done.
I realize I need to find other ways to deal with my intense lack of emotions and anger that I can't handle it, but it's so frustrating when I think there's a breakthrough and then such a let down. I want to get better and move on. I don't want to be this person anymore.
Anyway, skip to the past year and I have a new Dr. SHe is quite intelligent and doesn't believe my BS. She seems quite trustworthy too, and genuine, which the others did not for some reason (at least to me). I had a breakthrough of sorts today in terms of telling her things about my childhood that I have never told another soul. She didn't flinch or make me feel like a freak or anything like that at all. I didn't feel different at all. It was like things never changed. I was afraid it would be more devastating but it wasn't.
The thing was, when I got home is when the guilt set in. I began feeling ashamed for what I had said, and feeling guilty for talking about my childhood. I thought I had said too much or didn't say the right things. I then began to self harm. It's not the way it's supposed to work, I know. You're suppose to get everything out and then feel relieved. You are not supposed to beat the crap out of yourself when you are done.
I realize I need to find other ways to deal with my intense lack of emotions and anger that I can't handle it, but it's so frustrating when I think there's a breakthrough and then such a let down. I want to get better and move on. I don't want to be this person anymore.