I had one therapist who was wonderful-but when I tried to get back to her, they assigned me someone else-who, while in my introductory appointment informed me she would only communicate during office hours, no phonecalls, no email or texts because she was dyslexic and asked me about my (post secondary) marks-I wasn't there for my marks, I was getting As in all my courses. Later in the same session of the "getting to know you" she had her back turned to me and I heard her mumble: "It's not*my* fault he committed suicide..."-I also have very good hearing and her office wasn't that large (she may have been a bit hard of hearing she was somewhat loud).
Perhaps adding in the fact that she was an admissions at another college I attended and told me while I had pneumonia that I had to either quit or go to class will help-and I wasn't the only one she told that if we couldn't hack it we should get out (almost verbatim). I don't know why the university I went to afterwards hired her, but I can guess why she was let go.
Needless to say, the next appointment when I had to rate how I trusted her, it came in low. The confidential survey. Which she then read off point for point to my face and told me that if I couldn't do better than that, she had no time for me, she didn't know why I was even there if I was able to keep my marks up.
....so.... another therapist.
She was..alright. I'll admit I have some prejudices about those with wholesome upbringing and family life-I don't feel they can relate or will understand-but I was trying, so I swallowed the initial trepidation and went with it. I was in a very bad spot and knew I needed help. I didn't have a good choice beyond help of some sort.
So I went, every week for a month, and then every two weeks. I'll admit now, in retrospect, I was hiding some of my relationship issues because I love my husband very much and while he's not abusive he does have his bad times where he'll say something or react certain ways that make me feel awful. I didn't want a "you should leave him" so instead I centered some of it around the fact that he was sabotaging my hobby. I shouldn't have, but at the time, it was really bothering me. She didn't see it as an issue, possibly partly due to the fact I couldn't point out that the hobby mentioned is my escape, my stress relief, and I hadn't had anything else that worked as well.
I expect that some will have this issue-we'll get back to it.
I am trying to explain to her about how I find myself *always* planning for things, even the most unbelievable strange things. So she asks for an example, and I assemble a point for point "what I would do" based on if someone came through the window of her office to try and hurt her or I. Okay she finds it a bit unsettling (she has a CRT monitor and some very pointy heavy paperweights). She asks me for another example, so again I tell her it's *highly unlikely* and ridiculous, but if she would attack me. Point for point. She's uncomfortable, I assure her that I used it purely because of how ridiculous it is, and I would never ever do violence to anyone, because I'm a pacifist, unless my life was in danger. We change topics, we move on.
...the next session she has a student with her (I almost always allow this-they need hours and practice-strangers aren't one of my triggers), and they then progress to talk about how awful and stupid my hobby of choice is. What terrible things it does to people and how it makes them rejects.
I haven't been back.
Therapists are hard. >.<
I'm going to try another one here soon, but I'm not sure if I can really find one who is familiar with PTSD who isn't aligned with the military. Mine's from a decade an a half of daily physical and emotional abuse, followed up with other abuses once I left my parents' house. I live in a quiet conservative city and I'm concerned I may not have much better luck-but I'm starting to have trouble again (acclimating to meds? SAD? stress from house renovations and holidays? uptick in my insomnia? I have no idea) and I need to find someone, or something.
I'm really regretting opening up to each therapist for various reasons. I can't shake the feeling that the first felt it was more than she could handle (probably true, she was mostly there for students who stress out due to exams and grades) that the second should have had her license revoked, and that the third may well be the average for what I find out there. If I hadn't told the first what was going on, the second that I didn't trust her, and the third what my hobby was, I would have been fine.
Now I'm not sure what I can say, or if I need to watch and wait for a bit before I say anything just to find out what is and isn't acceptable. I don't even know if that will even help if I have to be so concerned about how they'll react that I'm picking and choosing my words. It's a mess.
If you have a choice in therapists, I'd say go for full disclosure-but if you're in a conservative-more churches than movie theatres-maybe not.