I have said so many inappropriate things to therapists. Mostly these were therapists I was doing trial sessions with. Looking back, I think I'm fun, super annoying to them but funny.
T: (After I've related the extremes of my derealization and my issues with modern society) I'd like to give you some homework.
Me: Okay.
T: I want you to keep a list of three things for every day this week. Things like someone helping another person or someone sharing a sandwich with a homeless person, and then come back with the list.
Me: (Stares blankly).
T: What do you think of that.
Me: I think that sounds childish and a bit ridiculous and sing-songey. Additionally, when have you ever seen anyone share a sandwich with a homeless person?
T: Actually I have this book recommendation for you.
I didn't see her after that appointment. Another one.
Me: (Walk in the room, first appointment, hesitant, nervous, super fidgety and uncomfortable, say nothing, eventually after a really awkward exchange I ask her to move her chair back because it's really close to me). Your chair is really close.
T: You're welcome to sit anywhere you're comfortable.
Me: (Looks at her questionably). These are the only chairs in this room besides your desk chair over there facing the wall.
(This is funnier if you'd seen the room with the two chairs face to face right in the middle. Clearly there's no other real place to sit, she just reached for a line).
Last one.
Me: (Emotional, holding back tears).
T: What are you feeling?
Me: Sadness.
T: Why don't you just feel that for a second.
Me: (Shakes head, regains emotional composure).
T: You could just try it and touch in to that and come back when you want.
Me: No. I'm good.
T: You could just try.
Me: No.
T: (Visibly a bit frustrated). Why not?
Me: Because I don't trust you.