My brain decided that it was time to fetch memories of previous therapists. This one is the one I had before the one who would improve if she was an actual wall.
I was telling her about someone I was messaging with before he ended his life.
Her reaction was to expect me to join her in being angry at him.
I wasn't and I've never been.
I still remember the look she gave me. It was like she couldn't wrap her head around how I wasn't angry at him. She went on to tell me how angry she was. I was more angry at the situation and the people who had shut him down when he asked for help hours before, she treated that as a sidenote to how angry she was at him.
As I've been writing I've realized that this is a pattern. I'm often defending someone I was messaging with during that time. It's one of the reasons I don't tell people about my past.
At the same time my brain won't let go of the idea that there's something wrong with me for not having expected reactions. If even a therapist thinks I'm in the wrong for not feeling something surely I must be some sort of freak of nature.
This isn't why I stopped seeing her. I stopped when she told me not to tell her something. That "something" happens to be related to how I got started in suicide prevention, but she never found that out. I may have realized the connection years earlier if she hadn't stopped me.
And now my brain is in "I was in the wrong for walking away from someone who could tell my reactions weren't normal" mode. Was I? What's going on here?
I was telling her about someone I was messaging with before he ended his life.
Her reaction was to expect me to join her in being angry at him.
I wasn't and I've never been.
I still remember the look she gave me. It was like she couldn't wrap her head around how I wasn't angry at him. She went on to tell me how angry she was. I was more angry at the situation and the people who had shut him down when he asked for help hours before, she treated that as a sidenote to how angry she was at him.
As I've been writing I've realized that this is a pattern. I'm often defending someone I was messaging with during that time. It's one of the reasons I don't tell people about my past.
At the same time my brain won't let go of the idea that there's something wrong with me for not having expected reactions. If even a therapist thinks I'm in the wrong for not feeling something surely I must be some sort of freak of nature.
This isn't why I stopped seeing her. I stopped when she told me not to tell her something. That "something" happens to be related to how I got started in suicide prevention, but she never found that out. I may have realized the connection years earlier if she hadn't stopped me.
And now my brain is in "I was in the wrong for walking away from someone who could tell my reactions weren't normal" mode. Was I? What's going on here?